As he held in his hand a broken toy:
He looked in my face for an instant, and then
He said, with a sigh, and a downcast eye,
“If I could live my life over again,
I think I could be a better boy!”
[IN THE DARK LITTLE FLAT AT THE END OF THE COURT]
What can the children in cities do,
The children shut in from wholesome sport—
The children that live, all winter through,