Dear Uncle Jim. this garden ground <br />That now you smoke your pipe around, <br />has seen immortal actions done <br />And valiant battles lost and won. <br /> <br />Here we had best on tip-toe tread, <br />While I for safety march ahead, <br />For this is that enchanted ground <br />Where all who loiter slumber sound. <br /> <br />Here is the sea, here is the sand, <br />Here is the simple Shepherd's Land, <br />Here are the fairy hollyhocks, <br />And there are Ali Baba's rocks. <br />But yonder, see! apart and high, <br />Frozen Siberia lies; where I, <br />With Robert Bruce William Tell, <br />Was bound by an enchanter's spell.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/historical-associations/
