without the sun let us tead this poretttalout the sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.,
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour" cool,
Yet he will find a chink' or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic, spider-clad,
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles,
Into the laddered hayloft smiles.
golden
face around
his
Meantime
ground.
all the garden
bares t o
11e
warm
and glittering look
a
sheds
And inmost nook
Among
the 1vys
hills, along the blue
Above the
air with tooting true"',
Round the bright
the child, to paint the rose,
To please
of the World, he goes.
The gardener
was born
(1850-1894)
Stevenson
obert Louis writ=
become a
to
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decided
later
a lawyer who travelled in i
and his family
loved to travel. He
islands. He spen
visited many
the Pacifc Ocean and known as
He was
Unolu. Samoa.
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