English poem
A CHARADE
by Grace Greenwood (1823–1904)
O be my first, my darling child, Whatever may betide; Meet falsehood with its best rebuke, An open, earnest, honest look, Clear-browed, and fearless-eyed.
Be like my second, thoughtful, wise, And in life's summer prime, Gather and hoard a goodly store Of truth and love, and priceless lore, To cheer its winter time.
But never let thy frank young heart Consent to play my whole; Let will and honor in it meet, Let Duty ever guide thy feet, And keep thy steadfast soul.
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