Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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BEFORE this little gift was come
The little owner had made haste for home;
And from the door of where the eternal dwell,
Looked back on human things and smiled farewell.
O may this grief remain the only one!
O may our house be still a garrison
Of smiling children, and for evermore
The tune of little feet be heard along the floor! 

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. Sonet VI. As in the Hostel by the Bridge I Sate
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 14. Bright is the ring of words
5. An English Breeze

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