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Edgar Guest - A Father`s Tribute
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I don`t know what they`ll put him at, or what
         his post may be;
    I cannot guess the task that waits for him across
         the sea,
    But I have known him through the years, and
         when there`s work to do,
    I know he`ll meet his duty well, I`ll swear that
         he`ll be true.

    I sometimes fear that he may die, but never that
         he`ll shirk;
    If death shall want him death must go and take
         him at his work;
    This splendid sacrifice he makes is filled with
         terrors grim,
    And I have many thoughts of fear, but not one
         fear of him.

    The foe may rob my life of joy, the foe may
         take my all,
    And desolate my days shall be if he shall have to
         fall.
    But this I know, whate`er may be the grief that
         I must face,
    Upon his record there will be no blemish of
         disgrace.

    His days have all been splendid days, there lies
         no broken trust
    Along the pathway of his youth to molder in
         the dust;
    Honor and truth have marked his ways, in him
         I can be glad;
    He is as fine and true a son as ever a father had.
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