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DYING FATHER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: A father had two sons, -the one called will
Last Line: Will make his way through life by sheer stupidity!'


A father had two children, Will and Christy -
The last a bright young lad, the first a dull humdrum.
One day, perceiving that his hour was come,
Stretched on the bed of death he glanced with misty
Eye around the room in search of Christy-
"My son," he said, "sad thoughts begin to darken
My mind. You are a genius. What a task it
Will be for you to face the world! But hearken!
Inside my desk there lies a little casket
Of jewels. Take them all, my son,
And lock them up, and give your brother none."
The youth was wonder-struck. He thought this droll,
And looking in his father's face, he said-
"But, bless me, father! if I take the whole,
What is poor Will to do? I greatly dread-"
"Dread nothing, Christy," interrupted t'other;
"There's not the slightest ground for this timidity;
I'll warrant you your booby of a brother
Will make his way through life by sheer stupidity!"






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