The Old Road to Paradise/A Boy of the Ghetto
A BOY OF THE GHETTO
He goes out with his Dreams Through the dingy city square, Purple- and silver-winged They go with him everywhere.
The quarreling hags at the windows Have voices unkind, unsweet, But his Dreams have silver voices And starrily-slippered feet;
The workmen push on the pavement And laugh and curse as they go, But he is far with his Dreams On a road they do not know;
He walks far off with the Dreams That whisper and sing beside And his face is glad and still And his eyes are burning-wide;
He goes out with his Dreams Through a golden wonder-place With the light of God in his eyes And the peace of God in his face.