A Child's Garden of Verses

Robert Louis Stevenson

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Project Gutenberg's A Child's Garden of Verses, by Robert Louis StevensonThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.orgTitle: A Child's Garden of VersesVerse 154Author: Robert Louis StevensonIllustrator: Charles RobinsonRelease Date: May 26, 2008 [EBook #25610]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES ***Produced by Jason Isbell, Christine D. and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (Thisfile was made using scans of public domain works in theInternational Children's Digital Library.)A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSESROBERT LOVIS STEVENSONROBERT LOVIS STEVENSONEDINBVRGH. VAILIMA1850 1894A CHILD'SGARDEN OFVERSESBY ROBERT LOVISSTEVENSONILLVSTRATED—BYCHARLESROBINSON.NEW YORK:CHARLES SCRIBNER'SSONSLONDON:IOHN LANE.1895Copyright 1895, by Charles Scribner's SonsAll rights reservedTO ALISON CUNNINGHAMFROM HER BOY FOR THE LONG NIGHTS YOU LAY AWAKEAND WATCHED FOR MY UNWORTHY SAKE:FOR YOUR MOST COMFORTABLE HANDTHAT LED ME THROUGH THE UNEVEN LAND:FOR ALL THE STORY BOOKS YOU READ:FOR ALL THE PAINS YOU COMFORTED:FOR ALL YOU PITIED, ALL YOU BORE,IN SAD AND HAPPY DAYS OF YORE:—MY SECOND MOTHER, MY FIRST WIFE.THE ANGEL OF MY INFANT LIFE—FROM THE SICK CHILD, NOW ...

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Project Gutenberg's A Child's Garden of Verses, by Robert Louis Stevenson This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: A Child's Garden of Verses Verse 154 Author: Robert Louis Stevenson Illustrator: Charles Robinson Release Date: May 26, 2008 [EBook #25610] Language: English * A *   * C  S H T IL A D R 'S T    O G F A   R T D HI E S N     P O R F O  V J E E R C S T  E G S  U * T ** ENBERG EBOOK P D r is o t d ri u b c u e te d  d b   y P   r J o a o s fr o e n a  I d s i b n e g l   l, T   e C a h m ri   s a ti t n  h e t   t D p . :   // a w nd w  t w h .p e  g O dp n . li n n e e t

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ILLVSTRATED—BY CHARLES ROBINSON. NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SNOS I L O O H N N D  L O A N N : E. 5981 Copyright 1895, by Charles Scribner's Sons All rights reserved T FR O  O A M L   IS HE O R N     B C O U Y NNINGHAM    FOR THE LONG NIGHTS YOU LAY AWAKE F A O ND R    Y W O A U T R C   H M E O D  S F T  O C R O  M M Y F   O UN RT W A O B R L T E  H H Y A  S N A D KE: F T O HA R  T  A L L E L  D T   H M E E     S T T H O R R O Y U  B G O H  O T K H S E     Y U O N U E   V R E E N A   D L : AND: F F O O R R     A A L L L L     T Y H O E U     P P A I I TI N E S D   , Y   O AL U L     C Y O O M U  F B O O R R T E E , D: I M N  Y  S S A E D C  A O N N D D     H M A O P T P H Y  E D R A ,  Y M S  Y  O F F I   R Y S O T R  W E: IF — E. THE ANGEL OF MY INFANT LIFE— FROM THE SICK CHILD, NOW WELL AND OLD, T A A N K D  E, G  N R U AN R T S   E I , T   , T  H H E E  A L V I E TT N, L   E T   H B A O T O  A K L  Y L  O W U H  H O  O R L E D! AD

MAY FIND AS DEAR A NURSE AT NEED, AND EVERY CHILD WHO LISTS MY RHYME, IN THE BRIGHT, FIRESIDE, NURSERY CLIME, MAY HEAR IT IN AS KIND A VOICE AS MADE MY CHILDISH DAYS REJOICE! R. L. S. CONTENTS Bed in Summer A Thought At the Seaside Young Night Thought Whole Duty of Children niaR Pirate Story Foreign Lands Windy Nights Travel Singing Looking Forward A Good Play Where Go the Boats? Auntie's Skirts The Land of Counterpane Page 3 5 6 7 9 01 11 31 51 71 02 12 22 42 Page 26 27

The Land of Nod My Shadow System A Good Boy Escape at Bedtime Marching Song The Cow Happy Thought The Wind Keepsake Mill Good and Bad Children Foreign Children The Sun's Travels The Lamplighter My Bed is a Boat The Moon The Swing Time to Rise Looking-Glass River Fairy Bread From a Railway Carriage Winter-Time The Hayloft Farewell to the Farm North-West Passage 92 23 43 63 83 04 24 44 54 74 94 15 35 55 75 95 26 46 56 76 86 07 27 47

Page 76 77 87 1. Good Night 2. Shadow March 3. In Port THE CHILD ALONE The Unseen Playmate81 My Ship and I83 My Kingdom85 Picture Books in Winter87 My Treasures89 Block City91 The Land of Story-Books93 Armies in the Fire95 The Little Land97 Page 103 701 011 211 411 711 911 121 GARDEN DAYS Night and Day Nest Eggs The Flowers Summer Sun The Dumb Soldier Autumn Fires The Gardener Historical Associations ENVOYS To Willie and Henrietta125 To my Mother127

To Auntie To Minnie To my Name-Child To any Reader A CHILD'S GARDEN of Verses 821 921 331 631 Copyright 1895, by Charles Scribner's Sons BED IN SUMMER In winter I get up at night I A n n  s d  u d m re m s e s  r, b   y q   u y it e e ll   o th w  e c  o a t n h d e l r e   -l w ig a h y t , . I I     h h a a v v e e     t t o o     g g o o     t t o o     b b e e d d     a b n y  d d  s a e y. e T O h r  e h  b e i a r r d   s t   h s e t   il g l  r h o o w p n p - i u n p g     p o e n  o t p h l e e   ' t s r  f e e e, et Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, A W n h d e  I n     s a h ll o  t u h ld e     l s ik k e y    i s s o     cl m e u a c r  h a  t n o d     p b l l a u y e , , To have to go to bed by day? A Thought.

It is very nice to think T W h it e h     w lit o t r l l e d     c is h   il f d u r ll e  o n f     s m ay e i a n t g     a g n r d a   c d e rink In every Christian kind of place. At The Seaside. When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. Young Night Thought.  All night long and every night, When my mamma puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As plain as day, before my eye. Armies and emperors and kings, All carrying different kinds of things, And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day. So fine a show was never seen, At the great circus on the green; For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan. At first they move a little slow,

But still the faster on they go, U An nt d il     s w til e l   r b e e a si c d h e  t  t h h e e  t m o   w cl n o   s of e     S I  l k e e e e p. p THE TOWN OF SLEEP THE TOWN OF SLEEP WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN A A   n c d h   il s d p   e s a h k o   u w ld h   e a n l   w h a e y  i s s     s s a p y o   k w e h n a   t t ' o s ,  true A A t n  l d e   a b s e t h  a a s v   e f   a m r  a a n s  n h e e rl  i y s     a a t  b t l a e. ble: NIAR I T t  h f e al   l r s a   i o n n  i   s fi   e r l a d i   n a in n g d     a tr ll  e a e r , ound, I A t  n r d ai   n o s n    t o h n  e t   h s e hi   p u s m  a b t r   e s ll e a a s .  here, PIRATE STORY Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure to-day that we're afloat, Wary of the weather and steering by a star? Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat,

To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar? Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea— Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar! Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be, The wicket is the harbour and the garden the shore. Foreign Lands Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned with flowers before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before. I saw the dimpling river pass And be the sky's blue looking-glass; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping in to town. If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see, To where the grown-up river slips Into the sea among the ships, To where the roads on either hand Lead onward into fairy land, Where all the children dine at five, And all the playthings come alive. Windy Nights