My Favourite Poetry

1. The Father by Sir Ronald Ross

Come with me then, my son;
       Thine eyes are wide for truth:
And I will give thee memories,
       And thou shalt give me youth.
 
The lake laps in silver,
       The streamlet leaps her length:
And I will give thee wisdom,
       And thou shalt give me strength.
 
The mist is on the moorland,
       The rain roughs the reed:
And I will give thee patience,
       And thou shalt give me speed.
 
When lightnings lash the skyline
       Then thou shalt learn thy part:
And when the heav’ns are direst,
       For thee to give me heart.
 
Forthrightness I will teach thee;
       The vision and the scope;
To hold the hand of honour:-
       And thou shalt give me hope;
 
And when the heav’ns are deepest
       And stars most bright above;
May God then teach thee duty;
       And thou shalt teach me love.