Advice to my son
by Lee O'Hara
God gave to bees their
honey
God gave birds the sky
God gave to you, my sonny,
God gave to you
your eye.
Glean all the
world has in it
Walk at your whimsies
ease,
Roam o'er the world and win it,
Its soul, its sympathies.
When you have filled the measure
You heard
and tasted too,
And touched the golden
treasure,
Mark what you want to do.
And when you bring a
beacon
To dot a distant shore,
You've lived and learned the reason
Of
gifts you got before.
For
when the measure's shaken,
And spilled to common
view,
'Tis not what you have taken
But what you gave is true |
Their were four sons in our family. I am the
eldest.
I like to think, nevertheless, that Dad had me in mind.
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