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Foreign Lands

Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands

I saw the next-door garden lie,
Adored with flowers before my eye,
And many secret places more
That I have never seen before.

I saw a dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.

If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into a sea among the ships,

To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the childen dine at five,
And where all the playthings come alive.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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