A Child's Garden Of Verses Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden Of Verses

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For the long nights you lay awake
And watched for my unworthy sake:
For your most comfortable hand
That 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 well and old,
Take, nurse, the little book you hold!

And grant it, Heaven, that all who read
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!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: child
Susan Williams 12 February 2016

Children's lives should be filled with the voice reading stories out loud at their bedside. Adventures in an atmosphere of warmth and love- -a very good childhood is this.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 January 2015

Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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Mana Kavingyan 12 February 2016

Nice lines

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Tom Allport 21 April 2017

a poem of thanks and for sharing beautifully written.

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A cool Nursery poem

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Paresh Chakra 26 November 2018

What is a wonderful poem I like this poem

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Nitya Mishra 19 October 2018

You are ediot

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ritika 24 September 2018

nc poem

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Douglas Scotney 22 April 2017

for those five Fors, rejoice

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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson

Edinburgh / Scotland
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