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MY FATHER.
Forgotten?—not forgotten, kind good man,Though never fully prized at thy great worth,—
I will embalm thy memory as I can,
And send this blessing to the ends of earth!
For thou wert all things kindly unto all,
Benevolent and liberal from birth,
Ever responsive to affection's call,
And full of care for others,—full of care—
Weary with others' burdens, generous heart,
And yet thine own too little strong to bear:
Father! I owe thee all, and cannot pay
The happy debt until I too depart;
Then, will I bless and love it all away
In that bright world, my Father, where thou art!
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