| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | November 13 | | Stevenson’s Birthday | | By Katherine Miller |
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“HOW I should like a birthday!” said the child, | |
| “I have so few, and they so far apart.” | |
| She spoke to Stevenson—the Master smiled— | |
| “Mine is to-day; I would with all my heart | |
| That it were yours; too many years have I! | 5 |
| Too swift they come, and all too swiftly fly.” | |
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| So by a formal deed he there conveyed | |
| All right and title in his natal day, | |
| To have and hold, to sell or give away,— | |
| Then signed, and gave it to the little maid. | 10 |
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| Joyful, yet fearing to believe too much, | |
| She took the deed, but scarcely dared unfold. | |
| Ah, liberal Genius! at whose potent touch | |
| All common things shine with transmuted gold! | |
| A day of Stevenson’s will prove to be | 15 |
| Not part of Time, but Immortality. | | | |
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