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Foreign Lands
by
Robert Louis Stevenson
From
Child’s Garden of Verses
Up
into the cherry tree
Who
should climb but little me!
I
held the trunk with both my hands
And
looked abroad in foreign lands.
I
saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned
with flowers, before my eye,
And
many pleasant places more
That
I had never seen before.
I
saw the dimpling river pass
And
be the sky’s blue-looking glass;
The
dusty roads go up and down
With
people tramping into town.
If I
could find a higher tree
Farther
and farther I should see,
To
where the grown-up river slips
Into
the sea among the ships,
To
where the road on either hand
Lead
onward into fairy land,
Where
all the children dine at five,
And
all the play things come alive.
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