The Life of Robert Louis Stevenson for Boys and Girls

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  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."


"Of course," he said, speaking of this dedication when he wrote to