Pride of Rocliester 



FOREIGN LANDS 



Up into the cherry tree 



Who should climb init little me? 



I held the trimk with both my hands; 



And looked abroad on foreign lands. 



I saw the next-door garden lie, 

 Adorned with flowers, before my eye, 

 And many pleasant places more 

 That I had never seen before. 



I saw the dimpling river pass 

 And be the sky's blue looking-glass; 

 And dusty roads go up and down, 

 And people tramping into town. 



If I could find a higher tree. 

 Farther and farther 1 could see. 

 To where the grown-up river slips 

 Into the sea among the ships — 



To where the roads on either hand 

 Lead onward into fairyland. 

 Where all the children dine at five, 

 And all the playthings are alive. 

 Robert Louis Stevenson 



From Poems and Balhi 

 Sy6, by Charles S:ribncr's Suns 



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