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 (5)

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So many steps! ! Thanks for sharing.
WO wonderfully canonizing - I here, thou there, yet both but one. /// nice loving letter
The heartcry of a woman who misses her husband, and finds but little solace in viewing her children, 'true living pictures of their father's face.' But back in those times, men had to go where there was work available... A well-penned poem by Anne Bradstreet.
wonderfully written and expressed BRAVO!