Page:The Unconquered Air, Coates, 1912.djvu/95

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FATHER

How should I dream but you were old
Who seemed so strangely wise?
The truth, had I the truth been told,
Had filled me with surprise;
But now that you are gone, alas!
Beyond Death's voiceless sea,
Still, as your birthdays come and pass,
You younger grow to me.

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