Pledge To My Father Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Whose son is this youth, ask'd they?
Out of my bosom and in the virgin's
Womb did he put on my flesh.
He is my true identity aloud my father
Kissed he my hair, my father
And smelled my breath as I slept,
Made right all errors of his life in me
And upon me rest all his confidence.

I am but in my evil days
O'er are all my useful days
Do the things I bid thee do while I take my rest
O' image and likeness of myself
I pray and charge thee upon thy life
Defy you not my conjuration
As my immortal part go live with angels,
But in thy deeds shower upon my vault honor.

What thou bid me do will I do
To be good to all the fellows I can,
In all the domains I can,
And as length as I can.
And men shall view upon me
And behold thy true self
As I keep alive ‘pledge to father'.

As thy mortal now rest
In the dim palace of the night
Where darkness rest for ages;
Thy immortal part with angels now lives,
Upon that I charge thee father
With angels pray for me
That life bedeck my routes
As I keep alive my pledge to my father.