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40 “And did you really think me lost?
 * How could you be so silly?

For though I’m grown up ’most a man
 * I’m still your little Willy,

“Who’ll always love you just the same,
 * And some day, Auntie, may be

You’ll love me every bit as much
 * As you have loved that baby.”

Dear little man, a wistful note
 * Into his voice is creeping,

Which warns me that the boyish heart
 * Is full almost to weeping.

And so with tender words I haste
 * To soothe his heart’s dejection,

And strive with many a loving kiss
 * To prove my fond affection.

Dear lad, I take you to my heart,
 * To hold you there forever

And pray that stern misfortune’s frown
 * May rest upon you never.

But there’s one chamber in my heart,
 * Deep in the inmost center,

From all the rest it stands apart,
 * Within it none may enter.

And there on Memory’s golden shrine
 * Is pictured bright and clearly,

The image of the baby boy
 * I used to love so dearly.