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/ The moon, a circle of gold, / O'er the crowded housetops rolled, / And peeped in an attic, where, / 'Mid sordid things and bare, / A sick child lay and gazed / At a road to the far-away, / A road he followed, mazed, / That grew from a moonbeam-ray,
/ A road of light that led / From the foot of his garret-bed / Out of that room of hate, / Where Poverty slept by his mate, / Sickness -- out of the street, / Into a wonderland, / Where a voice called, far and sweet, / "Come, follow our Fairy band!"