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Stevenson,
Robert Louis
A Scottish novelist, poet, and travel writer, and a representative of Neo-romanticism in England.. Scottish novelist poet essayist and travel writer
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A Good Boy
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Written by:
Robert Louis
Stevenson
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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 sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow 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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