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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 trundled bed. Bathing the tangled curly head, While moonbeams played it 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!