Do you remember, my sweet, absent son, br How in the soft June days forever done br You loved the heavens so warm and clear and high; br And when I lifted you, soft came your cry,— br 'Put me 'way up—'way, 'way up in blue sky'? br I laughed and said I could not;—set you down, br Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown br Of bright hair gladdening me as you raced by. br Another Father now, more strong than I, br Has borne you voiceless to your dear blue sky.