Where is my boy, my boy -- <br />In what far part of the world? <br />The boy I loved best of all in the school? -- <br />I, the teacher, the old maid, the virgin heart, <br />Who made them all my children. <br />Did I know my boy aright, <br />Thinking of him as a spirit aflame, <br />Active, ever aspiring? <br />Oh, boy, boy, for whom I prayed and prayed <br />In many a watchful hour at night, <br />Do you remember the letter I wrote you <br />Of the beautiful love of Christ? <br />And whether you ever took it or not, <br />My boy, wherever you are, <br />Work for your soul's sake, <br />That all the clay of you, all of the dross of you, <br />May yield to the fire of you, <br />Till the fire is nothing but light!... <br />Nothing but light!<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emily-sparks/
