My Father's Halls Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

My Father's Halls

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My father's halls, so rich and rare,
Are desolate and bleak and bare;
My father's heart and halls are one,
Since I, their life and light, am gone.

O, valiant knight, with hand of steel
And heart of gold, hear my appeal:
Release me from the spoiler's charms,
And bear me to my father's arms.

Friday, April 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley

Greenfield, Indiana
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