Capitolo 22
And the busy day is made,--
I sit and I look at the clouds,
With their colors of crimson you get off,
And it ponders with anxious heart,
Oh, where is my to-night of boy?
It is only a to-day of year
As he offered me a cheerful good-from,
To march where afloat of flags,
And the missiles deadly badminton.
As I marked his/her martial footstep
I felt my increase of color
With the whole pride of a mother,
And my heart was in my eyes.
There is a small closing of room from,
Where I often walked to on all four
In the silence of the night in summer
To look put to sleep my boy.
But he who used to remain
Under of the expansion so white
It goes far by now from me,--
Oh, where is my to-night of boy?
By chance at night of gathering,
With slow and tired feet,
From the light of Southern stars,
He walks his/her solitary pulsation.
He thinks about the heart of his/her/their mother
That will never stop craving,
As only a mother is to,
For the return of his/her absent boy?
Oh, where is my to-night of boy?
I cannot respond where,
But I know, wherever he is,
He is the care of our Father under.
Him the watch and guide, and it blesses
My boy, wherever he is,
And he/she returns for a long time it
To bless and to comfort me.
May God blesses all of our boys
From the red shine of the field-fire,
Or when in the deadly struggle
Them the forehead the enemy of embattled;
And he/she comforts the heart of every mother,
As she sits in the light of evanescence,
And it ponders with anxious heart--
Oh, where is my to-night of boy?
A SOLDIER'S FIANCÉ.
Only from the vagabond of the sentinel
(I have to pick again it up at ten o'clock),
I have placed down my musket,
And it grabbed my pen instead;
For, my solitary circle walking
In the grey one of cold twilight,
The thought, dear Mary came,
What this is the day of Valentine of Street.
And with the thought there it came
A look of the happy time
When the first attempt of a school-boy
I sent him/it, in rhyme taking in loan,
On a sheet of prim'ordine, printed in relief