ONLY A DAD.

New Zealand Tablet, 1 August 1918, Page 45

ONLY A DAD.

Only a dad, with a tired fac&, Coming home from the daily race. Bringing little of gold or fame To show how well he has played the game, But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see him come and to hear his voice. Only a dad of a brood of four, One ol ten million men or more, 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 await. Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of tile surging crowd, Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way ; Silent whenever the harsh condemn, And'bearing it for the love of them. Only a dad, but he gives his all To smooth the way for his children small; Doing with courage stern and grim, , The deeds that his father did for him : This is the line that for him I pen : “Only a dad, but the best of men.”