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Show Dedicated to my son Bill Bar-nett Bar-nett and all other graduates and their parents. ON YOUR GRADUATION My eyes are blinded by these happy tears. And I can hardly see your lace, your crown And your form among the graduates. grad-uates. I mark your steps, with others filing down The platform, cherished sheepskin sheep-skin in your hand; You are so tall, so brave, in some new way, (I wonder--did I really scold once For using mv good rug in Indian In-dian Play?) You came tto me for many things these years Allowances, the car; permission met, I wanted most your trust I gave you mine, You were the goal, love and ambition am-bition set. And now you leave the stage, come down the aisle, Into a world which is your own, the one You build; I cannot go with you, or point the way. I started you, now you must see alone. Bright are the visions in your clear young eves Because the vast adventure a-waits a-waits you there; Then suddenly I read your trembling trem-bling heart, My eyes grow misty with a Mother's Moth-er's Prayer. Mrs. Jesse Ferguson, No. 1 Mayne Yard. |