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TRANGE that the city thoroughfare,

Noisy and bustling all the day,

Should with the night renounce its care

And lend itself to children's play!

Oh, girls are girls, and boys are boys,

And have been so since Abel's birth,

And shall be so till dolls and toys

Are with the children swept from earth.

The selfsame sport that crowns the day

Of many a Syrian shepherd's son,

Beguiles the little lads at play

By night in stately Babylon.

I hear their voices in the street,

Yet 'tis so different now from then!

Come, brother! from your winding-sheet,

And let us two be boys again!