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A Father’s Tribute

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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