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Where is my boy, my boy --
In what far part of the world?
The boy I loved best of all in the school? --
I, the teacher, the old maid, the virgin heart,
Who made them all my children.
Did I know my boy aright,
Thinking of him as a spirit aflame,
Active, ever aspiring?
Oh, boy, boy, for whom I prayed and prayed
In many a watchful hour at night,
Do you remember the letter I wrote you
Of the beautiful love of Christ?
And whether you ever took it or not,
My boy, wherever you are,
Work for your soul's sake,
That all the clay of you, all of the dross of you,
May yield to the fire of you,
Till the fire is nothing but light!...
Nothing but light!
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Comments
This poem is one of two. This exact poem is about a teacher that believed in a student. The boy moved to France and became a "partier". She did not know of this but because she believed in this student so much that she wrote a letter to him. In this letter she told him about the love of Christ and that she hopes he is living his life fully. The story ends happily, althouth both are dead, the student did recognized that he was wasting his life and "started over". I hope this comment is helpful.
Alexis from United States