. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . My Son The Poem by William R. MackinThe Illustration by R. M. Billmeyer Auditor Passenger Receipts Office I that had yearned for youth, my own again,And mourned the wasted hours of younger daysI that had sighed for spring, for summer, whenThe snows of winter covered all my ways;I that had prayd for years for only oneHave found that prayer answered in my son. He is myself again,—with hopes of oldWith old temptations and with old desires,He is myself again,—the clay to moldInto the man with all the man aspires,Who says that youth returns to us no more?He
. Baltimore and Ohio employees magazine . My Son The Poem by William R. MackinThe Illustration by R. M. Billmeyer Auditor Passenger Receipts Office I that had yearned for youth, my own again,And mourned the wasted hours of younger daysI that had sighed for spring, for summer, whenThe snows of winter covered all my ways;I that had prayd for years for only oneHave found that prayer answered in my son. He is myself again,—with hopes of oldWith old temptations and with old desires,He is myself again,—the clay to moldInto the man with all the man aspires,Who says that youth returns to us no more?He is as I was in the days of yore! In my own days, the lost days of my youthOh, how I wished a comrade and a friendTo guide me on the quiet path of truthAnd through temptation my own feet shall I journey onward by his side,His father—yea, his comrade and his guide. I that have failed will shape success in him;T that have wandered, point the proper path;A signal when the signal lights are dim,Leading to shelter from the sto
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