Friday, 3 April 2015

A Good Boy

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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 be off to sleep, and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till tomorrow I shall see the sun rise,
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 illacs round the lawn.

[ A poem by Robert Louis Stevenson ]
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