II.
There are beautiful curls in the realms over there;
There are cheeks that are rosy and glad;
There are eyes full of glee, never clouded by care,
Never shadowed by tears that are sad;
There are toys for the wishing,—tops, marbles and strings,—
There are ponies no hand may control;
And the moments go by on their wonderful wings
In the Little Boy Land of the Soul.