THE LITTLE BOY I DREAMED ABOUT.
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—No, Fairyland is far and dim:
He does not play in silver sand;
But if I could believe in him
I could believe in Fairyland,
Because———you do not understand.
He does not play in silver sand;
But if I could believe in him
I could believe in Fairyland,
Because———you do not understand.
Dead—dead? Somehow I do not know.
The sweetest children die. We may
Miss some poor footprint from the snow,
That was his very own to-day———
"God's will" is what good Christians say.
The sweetest children die. We may
Miss some poor footprint from the snow,
That was his very own to-day———
"God's will" is what good Christians say.
Like you, or you, or you can be
When you are good, he looks, no doubt.
I'd give—the goldenest star I see
In all the dark to find him out,
The Little Boy I dreamed about!
When you are good, he looks, no doubt.
I'd give—the goldenest star I see
In all the dark to find him out,
The Little Boy I dreamed about!
