Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET'S JOURNAL: THE FATHER, by BAYARD TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: The fateful hour, when death stood by Last Line: And lead me with thy helpless hands! Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard Subject(s): Death; Fathers; Life; Love; Time; Dead, The | ||||||||
The fateful hour, when Death stood by And stretched his threatening hand in vain, Is over now, and Life's first cry Speaks feeble triumph through its pain. But yesterday, and thee the Earth Inscribed not on her mighty scroll: To-day she opes the gate of birth, And gives the spheres another soul. But yesterday, no fruit from me The rising winds of Time had hurled To-day, a father, -- can it be A child of mine is in the world? I look upon the little frame, As helpless on my arm it lies: Thou giv'st me, child, a father's name, God's earliest name in Paradise. Like Him, creator too I stand: His Power and Mystery seem more near; Thou giv'st me honor in the land, And giv'st my life duration here. But love, to-day, is more than pride; Love sees his star of triumph shine, For Life nor Death can now divide The souls that wedded breathe in thine: Mine and thy mother's, whence arose The copy of my face in thee; And as thine eyelids first unclose, My own young eyes look up to me. Look on me, child, once more, once more, Even with those weak, unconscious eyes; Stretch the small hands that help implore; Salute me with thy wailing cries! This is the blessing and the prayer A father's sacred place demands: Ordain me, darling, for thy care, And lead me with thy helpless hands! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |
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