Poems (Dorr)/A Last Word

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A LAST WORD
Where will it go to reach thine ears My father, thou dost wearSomewhere beyond the stars to-night Thy crown of silver hair.
Somewhere thou art. No wandering ghost In vast, vague realms of space—But thine own self, majestic, fair, In thine appointed place.
By one long look thy soul replied When last I cried to thee,As thou wert drifting out of sight Upon the unknown sea;
And well I know that thou wouldst turn Even from joys divine,If but thy listening ears could hear One faltering word of mine.
Yet, knowing this, I cannot lay My book upon thy knee,Saying, "O father, once again I bring my sheaves to thee!"
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