COME, my little children, here are songs for you; <br />Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new. <br />You must learn to sing them very small and clear, <br />Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear. <br /> <br />Mark the note that rises, mark the notes that fall, <br />Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all. <br />So when night is come, and you have gone to bed, <br />All the songs you love to sing shall echo in your head.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-my-little-children-hear-are-songs-for-you/
