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 WISHES FOR MY SON

Born on St. Cecilia's Day, 1912

Now, my son, is life for you— And I wish you joy of it,— Joy of power in all you do, Deeper passion, better wit Than I had who had enough, Quicker life and length thereof, More of every gift but love.

Love I have beyond all men, Love that now you share with me— What have I to wish you then But that you be good and free, And that God to you may give Grace in stronger days to live?

For I wish you more than I Ever knew of glorious deed, Though no rapture passed me by That an eager heart could heed, Though I followed heights and sought Things the sequel never brought.

Wild and perilous holy things Flaming with a martyr's blood, And the joy that laughs and sings Where a foe must be withstood, Joy of headlong happy chance Leading on the battle dance.