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Up in the attic where I slept / When I was a boy, a little boy, / In through the lattice the moonlight crept, / Bringing a tide of dreams that swept / Over the low, red trundle-bed, / Bathing the tangled curly head, / While moonbeams played at hide-and-seek / With the dimples on the sun-browned cheek -- / When I was a boy, a little boy!
And oh! the dreams -- the dreams I dreamed! / When I was a boy, a little boy! / For the grace that through the lattice streamed / Over my folded eyelids seemed / To have the gift of prophecy, / And to bring me glimpses of times to be / When manhood's clarion seemed to call -- / Ah! _that_ was the sweetest dream of all, / When I was a boy, a little boy!
I'd like to sleep where I used to sleep / When I was a boy, a little boy! / For in at the lattice the moon would peep, / Bringing her tide of dreams to sweep / The crosses and griefs of the years away / From the heart that is weary and faint to-day; / And those dreams should give me back again / A peace I have never known since then -- / When I was a boy, a little boy!