Fatherly Love Poem by Stephen Harris

Were there an astral scale or heavenly well,
That could hold the equal measure of my love,
I would silence my tongue, and nevermore quell
Your doubting heart, for sight alone would prove enough.
You may quickly forget my name, and the face
Which first lit up that ward with a fathers pride,
And try to erase, and omit every trace
Of that shield and that sword, that strength by your side.
But know this my heart, my song,
When I the frail man, am gone.
Your fathers love shall carry on.