father-and-son


Father and son; they have a unique relationship all the times. I tribute this poem to my dad. In his youth, he worked hard for me and my siblings to well educate us, and helped us to understand the norms of life. I, myself, want to be with him all the time.

Thank you very much, dad.

Here is the father poem, my one of the most favourite poem, written by Sir Ronald Ross. The poet’s life is full of controversies (as usual). I think, all humans have controversies and secrets. Eenjoy the poem!

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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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I believe, you enjoyed the warmth of both poet and poem. What are you waiting for then?