Before this little gift was come

Before this little gift was come

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!

-THE END-
Robert Louis Stevenson's poem: Before this little gift was come

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