Whatever I make of myself, I must

Square to my boy's unfaltering trust.

I must be fit for a child to follow,

Scorning the places where loose men wallow;

Knowing how much he shall learn from me,

I must be fair as I'd have him be;

I must come home to him, day by day,

Clean as the morning I went away.

I must be fit for a child's glad greeting,

His are eyes that there is no cheating;

He must behold me in every test,

Not at my worst, but my very best;

He must be proud when my life is done

To have men know that he is my son.

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[Pg 31]

JUST HALF OF THAT, PLEASE

Grandmother says when I pass her the cake:

"Just half of that, please."

If I serve her the tenderest portion of steak:

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