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 To Willie and Henrietta by Robert Louis Stevenson 
						If two may read aright These rhymes of old delight
 And house and garden play,
 You too, my cousins, and you only, may.
 
 You in a garden green
 With me were king and queen,
 Were hunter, soldier, tar,
 And all the thousand things that children are.
 
 Now in the elders' seat
 We rest with quiet feet,
 And from the window-bay
 We watch the children, our successors, play.
 
 "Time was," the golden head
 Irrevocably said;
 But time which one can bind,
 While flowing fast away, leaves love behind.
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