As when a father dies, his children draw
About the empty hearth, their loss to cheat
With uttered praise & love, & oft repeat
His all-familiar words with whispered awe.
The honored habit of his daily law,
Not for his sake, but theirs whose feeble feet
Need still that guiding lamp, whose faith, less sweet,
Misses that tempered patience without flaw,
So do we gather round thy vacant chair,
In thine own elm-roofed, amber-rivered town,
Master & Father! For the love we bear,
Not for thy fame's sake, do we weave this crown,
And feel thy presence in the sacred air,
Forbidding us to weep that thou art gone.
To R.w.e.
Emma Lazarus
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Poem topics: children, faith, feel, loss, sweet, crown, town, lamp, patience, master, repeat, chair, amber, daily, thine, father, sake, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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