These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest, Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and me In a wood with a well by the side of the sea. This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds!) By the side of a field at the end of the grounds. Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own, It was nursie who made it, and nursie alone! The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey, We discovered I cannot tell how far away; And I carried it back although weary and cold, For though father denies it, I'm sure it is gold. But of all my treasures the last is the king, For there's very few children possess such a thing; And that is a chisel, both handle and blade, Which a man who was really a carpenter made.
- by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894), "My treasures", appears in A Child's Garden of Verses, first published 1885 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Ethel Crowningshield , "My treasures", published 1910 [voice and piano], from Robert Louis Stevenson Songs [text not verified]
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