To my little son by Julia Johnson Davis
In your face I sometimes see
shadowings of the man to be
And eager dream of what my son shall be
in twenty years and one
When you are to manhood grown
And all your manhood ways are known,
then shall I wistful try to trace
The child you once were in your face
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Comments
Yes, from Classical vocal reprints.
Lovely song. Is there sheet music available for this?