English poem
A lov'd companion, chosen friend...
by Matilda Betham (1836–1919)
A lov'd companion, chosen friend, Does at this hour depart, Whom the dear name of father binds Still closer to my heart.
On him may joy-dispensing heav'n Each calm delight bestow, And eas'd of peace-destroying care His life serenely flow!
Did I but know his bosom calm, And free from anxious fear, Around me in more cheerful hues Would every scene appear.
And I will hope that he, who ne'er Repin'd at heav'n's decree, But ever patient and resign'd, Submissive bent the knee:
Who, best of fathers, never sought For arbitrary sway, But free within each youthful mind, Bade Reason lead the way.
Who taught us, 'stead of servile fear, A warm esteem to prove, And bade each act of duty spring, From gratitude and love.
Yes, I must hope that generous mind With many cares opprest, Shall in the winter of his days With sweet repose be blest.