That God's grace gave her to inform the real,
True to her kind, and to your every feeling
Respondent with a power of kindliest healing
She knows no falseness, even the courtliest lie;
She dreams not, truth flows from her deep blue eye,
And if her tongue speaks pleasant things to all,
'Tis that she loveth well both great and small,
And all in her that mortals call politeness
Is but the image of her bright soul's brightness.'
That Stevenson home was to many of us, besides the son of the house, a picture of what a true life ought to be, and one that seemed to make the realisation of all high ideals possible in whatever fashion one's own existence might ultimately be led.