Poems (Barker)/To my son Ray

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To My Son Ray.
In this the morning of your life,
When every bud fair promise holds,
Look well my boy that at its heart
The rose no unclean thing enfolds.

Be firm in truth, be strong in right;
Lift up the fallen, cheer the sad,
Start some pure little stream of good
'Twill help to make the whole earth glad.

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