THE LOST KITE.
Poor little man, is your heart quite broken,
Broken because your kite is gone?
Sadly you stand in the sunny meadow
With arms uplifted and eyes forlorn.
Broken because your kite is gone?
Sadly you stand in the sunny meadow
With arms uplifted and eyes forlorn.
And the beautiful landscape seems to darken
As you look through the mist of your falling tears,
And in your impotent wrath and sorrow
You feel the weight of your seven years.
As you look through the mist of your falling tears,
And in your impotent wrath and sorrow
You feel the weight of your seven years.
But I little man, as I strive to comfort
Your childish grief, that is oh! so real,
Rejoice in my heart that the years are many
Ere you'll know the griefs that your elders feel.
Your childish grief, that is oh! so real,
Rejoice in my heart that the years are many
Ere you'll know the griefs that your elders feel.
For we big folks, we have our troubles,
We fly our kites, and we lose them, too,
And when they are gone, they are gone forever,
But a brand new kite will comfort you.
We fly our kites, and we lose them, too,
And when they are gone, they are gone forever,
But a brand new kite will comfort you.
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