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 IN A TENEMENT

our alley 's darker now

Since once I went away—

I can't exactly tell you how—

In a strange place to play

With other children like myself,

A whole long summer's day!

It was n't really there, I 'm sure—

That place so strange to me,

For nobody was cold or poor:

It just was green, and free,

And up above there seemed of blue

A million miles to be.

The fairies live there!—little Ruth

The lame girl told me so:

Yes; and I know it for a truth

That there the fairies go,

And cover over all the trees

With flowers white as snow.

The flowers made in Fairyland

Have breath—oh, breath that 's sweet! 74