IV.
THE CHILD-LIFE OF THE STREETS.
When I was a beggarly boy,
And lived in a cellar damp,
I had not a friend nor a toy,
But I had Aladdin’s lamp;
When I could not sleep for cold,
I had fire enough in my brain,
And builded, with roofs of gold,
My beautiful castles in Spain!
Lowell.
CHAPTER IV.
THE CHILD-LIFE OF THE STREETS.