BEFORE this little gift was come <br />The little owner had made haste for home; <br />And from the door of where the eternal dwell, <br />Looked back on human things and smiled farewell. <br />O may this grief remain the only one! <br />O may our house be still a garrison <br />Of smiling children, and for evermore <br />The tune of little feet be heard along the floor!<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-this-little-gift-was-come/
