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A BOY OF THE GHETTO
He goes out with his Dreams
Through the dingy city square,
Purple- and silver-winged
They go with him everywhere.
Through the dingy city square,
Purple- and silver-winged
They go with him everywhere.
The quarreling hags at the windows
Have voices unkind, unsweet,
But his Dreams have silver voices
And starrily-slippered feet;
Have voices unkind, unsweet,
But his Dreams have silver voices
And starrily-slippered feet;
The workmen push on the pavement
And laugh and curse as they go,
But he is far with his Dreams
On a road they do not know;
And laugh and curse as they go,
But he is far with his Dreams
On a road they do not know;
He walks far off with the Dreams
That whisper and sing beside
And his face is glad and still
And his eyes are burning-wide;
That whisper and sing beside
And his face is glad and still
And his eyes are burning-wide;
He goes out with his Dreams
Through a golden wonder-place
With the light of God in his eyes
And the peace of God in his face.
Through a golden wonder-place
With the light of God in his eyes
And the peace of God in his face.
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