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I shall miss you through the spring-time, when the orchard is in bloom,
When the smiling face of nature bathes its beauty in perfume;
When the birds are sweetly singing by the door and on the wing,
I shall think of you who always loved to pause and hear them sing.
Long will seem the waning hours through the drowsy summer day,
With my boy exposed to dangers on a soil so far away.
But my spirit shall not murmur, though a tear bedim my view;
Go, my boy, where duty calls you, and my heart shall follow you!

You will come and see your mother, come and kiss her, as you say,
From her lips receive the blessing that shall cheer you on your way;
From her fond embrace go forward to resist your country's foe,
With the comforting assurance that your mother bade you go.
Heaven protect, and bless, and keep you; holy angels guard your way,
Keep your spirit from temptation, and your feet from going astray.
To your mother ever faithful, to your country ever true,
Go, my boy, where duty calls you, and my heart shall follow you!

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