A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Dark brown is the river,
        Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
        With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
        Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating--
        Where will all come home?

On goes the river
        And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
        Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
        A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
        Shall bring my boats ashore.