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A collection of poetry by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson.

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A Good Boy

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, And I am very happy, for I know that I’ve been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair, And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till tomorrow I shall see the sun arise, No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes,

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.

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