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“I won’t be gone very long.”

“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,

“I’m just going out to play.”

And the curly dog barked and the two of them sped

Over the clover away.

He waved us a kiss with a little brown hand

And cries rose from here and there,

For oh, but a boy does understand

A dog and the open air!

“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said,

“Don’t wait any supper—you see,

I’ll just have a bowl of milk and bread

And my dog he will eat with me.”

Then he swung his hat on its tangled string

Till the curly dog wagged his tail

And romped and played like a boy in spring

And barked him a comrade’s hail.

“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said—

Oh, Mother of him, don’t cry!

The leaves come green again, yellow and red,

And the years and the years go by.

But sometime he’ll come, as we’ve seen him do,

With the bark of a dog and a song,

For it must be true—oh, it must be true

That he’ll not be gone very long!

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SOMETIMES I wonder why they smile so pleasantly at me,