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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Father</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He never made a fortune, or a noise<br>In the world where men are seeking after fame; <br>But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys<br>Who loved the very ground on which he trod.<br>They thought him just little short of God; <br>Oh you should have heard the way they said his name –<br>		‘Father.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There seemed to be a loving little prayer<br>In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad.’<br>Though the man was never heard of anywhere, <br>As a hero, yet somehow understood<br>He was doing well his part and making good; <br>And you knew it, by the way his children had<br>		Of saying ‘Father.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gave them neither eminence nor wealth, <br>But he gave them blood untainted with a vice, <br>And opulence of undiluted health.<br>He was honest, and unpurchable and kind; <br>He was clean in heart, and body, and in mind.<br>So he made them heirs to riches without price –<br>		This father.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He never preached or scolded; and the rod –<br>Well, he used it as a turning pole in play.<br>But he showed the tender sympathy of God.<br>To his children in their troubles, and their joys.<br>He was always chum and comrade with his boys, <br>And his daughters – oh, you ought to hear them say<br>		‘Father.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I think of all achievements ‘tis the least<br>To perpetuate the species; it is done<br>By the insect and the serpent, and the beast.<br>But the man who keeps his body, and his thought, <br>Worth bestowing on an offspring love-begot, <br>Then the highest earthly glory he was won, <br>When in pride a grown-up daughter or a son<br>		Says ‘That’s Father.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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