Read "Father" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
He never made a fortune, or a noise / In the world where men are seeking after fame; / But he had a healthy brood of girls and boys / Who loved the very ground on which he trod. / They thought him just a little short of God; / Oh you should have heard the way they said his name- / ‘Father.'
There seemed to be a loving little prayer / In their voices, even when they called him ‘Dad. ' / Though the man was never heard of anywhere, / As a hero, yet you somehow understood / He was doing well his part and making good; / And you knew it, by the way his children had / Of saying ‘Father.'