Albert Schirding

 Jonas Keene thought his lot a hard one
Because his children were all failures.

But I know of a fate more trying than that:
It is to be a failure while your children are successes.

For I raised a brood of eagles
Who flew away at last, leaving me
A crow on the abandoned bough.

Then, with the ambition to prefix Honorable to my name,
And thus to win my children's admiration,
I ran for County Superintendent of Schools,
Spending my accumulations to win -- and lost.

That fall my daughter received first prize in Paris
For her picture, entitled, "The Old Mill" --
(It was of the water mill before Henry Wilkin put in steam.
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The feeling that I was not worthy of her finished me.

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