A Child's Garden Of Verses Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden Of Verses

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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!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: child
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 12 February 2016

Children's lives should be filled with the voice reading stories out loud at their bedside. Adventures in an atmosphere of warmth and love- -a very good childhood is this.

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Edward Kofi Louis 07 January 2015

Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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Mana Kavingyan 12 February 2016

Nice lines

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A cool Nursery poem

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Tom Allport 21 April 2017

a poem of thanks and for sharing beautifully written.

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Paresh Chakra 26 November 2018

What is a wonderful poem I like this poem

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Nitya Mishra 19 October 2018

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ritika 24 September 2018

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Douglas Scotney 22 April 2017

for those five Fors, rejoice

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