To My Son
Bring to me your sorrow, cares,
And make my breast a grave
For all that weighs upon your soul,
Young soldier proudly brave!
We came to the other bound not by blood
Nor birth, not kin or name-
But I love you, lad, as I would my own
My treasure just the same...
You are me a special joy-
A son, my light and pride,
As through long Night I think of you
Should other hopes have died...
Know through storms I'd be the port
Where safe your ship might rest-
That my heart is always home to you
And to you belongs my best.
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