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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, byRobert Louis StevensonThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at nocost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project GutenbergLicense 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*A* *C SHTILADR'ST  OGFA RTDHIESN  PORFO VJEERCST EGS U*T**ENBERG EBOOKPDrisotdriubcueted db yP rJoaosfroena Idsibnegl l,T eCahmri satitn het tDp.: //awndw twh.pe gOdpn.linneet
Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.netsihT(file was made using scans of public domain works inehtInternational Children's Digital Library.)A CHILD'S GARDEN OFVERSESROBERT LOVIS STEVENSON ROBERT LOVISSTEVENSON1E8D5I0N  B  V  R   G  H  .       1  8V94AILIMAAG ACRHDILEDN' SOFVERSESSBTY ERVOEBNESROTN LOVIS
ILLVSTRATED—BYCHARLESROBINSON.NEW YORK:CHARLES SCRIBNER'SSNOSILOOHNND LOANN:E.5981Copyright 1895, by Charles Scribner's SonsAll rights reservedTFRO OAML ISHEORN  BCOUYNNINGHAM   FOR THE LONG NIGHTS YOU LAY AWAKEFAONDR  YWOAUTRC HMEOD SFT OCRO MMYF OUNRTWAOBRLTE HHYA SNADKE:FTOHAR T ALLEL DT HMEE  STTHORROYU BGOH OTKHSE  YUONUE VREENA DL:AND:FFOORR  AALLLL  TYHOEU  PPAIITINESD ,Y OALUL  CYOOMU FBOORRTEE,D:IMN Y SSAEDC AONNDD  HMAOPTPHY EDRA, YMS Y OFFI RYSOTR WE:IFE.THE ANGEL OF MY INFANT LIFE—FROM THE SICK CHILD, NOW WELL AND OLD,TAANKD E,G NRUANRTS EI,T ,T HHEE ALVIETTN,L ET HBAOTO AKL YL OWUH HO ORLED!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 VOICEAS MADE MY CHILDISH DAYS REJOICE!R. L. S.CONTENTSBed in SummerA ThoughtAt the SeasideYoung Night ThoughtWhole Duty of ChildrenniaRPirate StoryForeign LandsWindy NightsTravelSingingLooking ForwardA Good PlayWhere Go the Boats?Auntie's SkirtsThe Land of CounterpanePage 35679011131517102122242Page 2627
The Land of NodMy ShadowSystemA Good BoyEscape at BedtimeMarching SongThe CowHappy ThoughtThe WindKeepsake MillGood and Bad ChildrenForeign ChildrenThe Sun's TravelsThe LamplighterMy Bed is a BoatThe MoonThe SwingTime to RiseLooking-Glass RiverFairy BreadFrom a Railway CarriageWinter-TimeThe HayloftFarewell to the FarmNorth-West Passage922343638304244454749415355575952646567686072747
Page 7677871. Good Night2. Shadow March3. In PortTHE CHILD ALONEThe Unseen Playmate81My Ship and I83My Kingdom85Picture Books in Winter87My Treasures89Block City91The Land of Story-Books93Armies in the Fire95The Little Land97Page 103701011211411711911121GARDEN DAYSNight and DayNest EggsThe FlowersSummer SunThe Dumb SoldierAutumn FiresThe GardenerHistorical AssociationsENVOYSTo Willie and Henrietta125To my Mother127
To AuntieTo MinnieTo my Name-ChildTo any ReaderA CHILD'SGARDEN ofVerses821921331631Copyright 1895, by Charles Scribner's SonsBED IN SUMMERIn winter I get up at nightIAnn sd udmremses r,b yq uyiteell othw ec oatnhdelre -lwigahyt,.II  hhaavvee  ttoo  ggoo  ttoo  bbeedd  abny dd saey.eTOhr eh beiarrd st hset ilgl rhoowpnp-iunpg  poen otphlee 'tsr feee,etStill going past me in the street.And does it not seem hard to you,AWnhde In  sahllo tuhlde  lsikkey  isso  clmeuacr ha tnod  pbllauye,,To have to go to bed by day?A Thought.
It is very nice to thinkTWhiteh  wlitotrlled  cish ilfdurlle onf  smayeiantg  agnrda cderinkIn every Christian kind of place.At The Seaside.When I was down beside the seaA wooden spade they gave to meTo 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 manIs marching in that caravan.At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,UAnntdil  swtilel  rbeeasicdhe t thhee tmo wclno sofe  SI lkeeeep.pTHE TOWN OF SLEEP THE TOWN OF SLEEPWHOLE DUTY OF CHILDRENAA ncdh ilsdp esahko uwldh eanl whaey iss  ssapyo kwehna tt'os, trueAAtn lde abseth aasv ef amr aans nheerl iys  aat btlae.ble:NIARITt hfeal lrsa ionn i sfi erladi nainngd  atrll eaer,ound,IAt nrdai nosn  tohn et hsehi pusm abtr eslleaas. here,PIRATE STORYThree 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 thereare 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 theycan be,The wicket is the harbour and the garden the shore.Foreign LandsUp into the cherry treeWho should climb but little me?I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad on foreign lands.I saw the next door garden lie,Adorned with flowers before my eye,And many pleasant places moreThat I had never seen before.I saw the dimpling river passAnd be the sky's blue looking-glass;The dusty roads go up and downWith people tramping in to town.If I could find a higher treeFarther and farther I should see,To where the grown-up river slipsInto the sea among the ships,To where the roads on either handLead onward into fairy land,Where all the children dine at five,And all the playthings come alive.Windy Nights