THE FATHER By Ronald Ross
Come with me then, my son;
Thine eyes are wide for truth:
And I will give thee memories,
And thou shalt give me youth.
The lake laps in silver,
The streamlet leaps her length:
And I will give thee wisdom,
And thou shalt give me strength.
The mist is on the moorland,
The rain roughs the reed:
And I will give thee patience,
And thou shalt give me speed.
When lightnings lash the skyline
Then thou shalt learn thy part:
And when the heav’ns are direst,
For thee to give me heart.
Forthrightness I will teach thee;
The vision and the scope;
To hold the hand of honour:–
And thou shalt give me hope;
And when the heav’ns are deepest
And stars most bright above;
May God then teach thee duty;
And thou shalt teach me love.
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