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!
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- De Coenatione Micae
- I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside
- Marching Song
- De Erotio Puella
- Now Bare To The Beholder's Eye