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A collection of poetry by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson.

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It Is Not Yours, O Mother, to Complain

So like a sword the son shall roam On nobler missions sent; And as the smith remained at home In peaceful turret pent, So sits the while at home the mother well content.

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