THE ANCESTOR

I feel his lifeblood course in me

A link that spans the Age and Realms

A symphony of life's great gains

Which leaves the losses in Times wake

The pains and sacrifice which break

The fetters of the World and fains

To support me now that I might be

The product of his dreams


What dreams were those in days of old?

That heritance that must not cold

Must feed the very soul of me

To rise in hope in destiny

In dreams of better world and free

The action of my mind to see

The sacrifice for me

And all who follow


What feet were those which trod God's Earth

To till the soil and lift the turf

To penetrate the very surf ----of fear

Into an ocean wide and clear

With sweet celestial sound; to hear

The voice of Adam still so near

The bosom of his God

And of his lover