A Child's Garden Of Verses

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!

by Robert Louis Stevenson

Comments (14)

for those five Fors, rejoice
Stevenson could have a dark side, but then you read something like this and the sentimentality and compassion is awe inspiring. The rhyming helps too.
what a wonderful poem! !
Inspired poem and experience of be a child
For the long nights you lay awake, excellent written
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