Robert Peter Tristram Coffin Poems

Once or twice this side of death
Things can make one hold his breath.
From my boyhood I remember
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Across the years he could recall
His father one way best of all.
In the stillest hour of night
The boy awakened to a light.
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No man knows his father till he sees
His father in the son upon his knees;
The best way for a man to understand
His father is to hold him by the hand.
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