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To My Son.
With fine courage and high resolve, With ambition born of ideals and aims Which proclaim his spiritual heritage, Daring to claim the best, Life has to offer, Giving in return the best within himself.
Treading like a young prince In a mad world In it, but not of it, except as he may offer Kindness, courtesy and boundless good will. Scorning defilement of his body, Making of it a fit temple for a spirit That seeks for the contact with The true source of his being.
That precious time He lived beneath my heart, I dreamed and hoped and prayed That one day I would see him as he is, Full of manly vigor Courageous, gentle, yet resolved, With vision turned toward the heights Aspiring always upward. To would gladden any mother's heart To see her dream thus materialize. And during those years, to know The comradeship, the sweet intimacy. Of such unfoldment.
