The Child Is Father to the Man
'The child is father to the man
' How can he be
The words are wild
Suck any sense from that who can: 'The child is father to the man
'The child is father to the man
' How can he be
The words are wild
Suck any sense from that who can: 'The child is father to the man
My father and mother are dead, Nor friend, nor relation I know;
And now the cold earth is their bed, And daisies will over them grow
I cast my eyes into the tomb, The sight made me bitterly cry;
I said, "And is this the dark ro...
`Father, farewell
Be not distressed,
And take my vow, ere I depart,
To found a Convent in my breast,
Father, forgive (the Saviour said)They know not what they do:
His heart was moved when thus he
For me, my friends, and you
He saw, that as the Jews
The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day For half his flock were in their beds Or under green sods lay
Once, while he nodded in a chair At the moth-hour of the eve Another poor man sent for him, And he began to grieve
'I hav...
Yellow bike, grinning sun.
My first ride, your helping arms -
Caring daddy, busy mom -
Now let go, the journey starts.