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WHEN I WAS A BOY

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 4, 1902

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 79, No. 5.

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WHEN I WAS A BOY.

By Eugene Field

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 trundle bed, Bathing the tangled, curly head, While moonbeams played at hide and seek With the dimples on each 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 a gift of prophecy, And to bring me glimpses of times to be Where 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 The peace I have never known since then — When I was a boy — a little boy!
— Eugene Field.