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Show ONLY A DAD BUT THE BEST OF MEN Only a dad with a tired face Coming home from the daily tare Bringing little of gold or fame To show how well he played the game; But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see him come and to hear his voice. Only a dad with a gladsome smile. Breathing good will all the while; Plodding along in the daily strife. Bearing the whips and scorns of life With never a whimper of pain or hate For the sake of those who at home wait. Only a dad, neither rich nor proud; Merely one of the surging crowd; Toiling, striving from day to day. Facing whatever may come his way; Silent whenever the harsh condemn, And bearing it all for love of them. Only a Dad, but he gives his :ill To smooth the way for his family small; Doing with courage, stern and grim, The deeds that everyday come to him. This' is the line that I pen for him: Only a Dad, but the best of men. Edgar A. Guest. |