To you, O Children of mine, I cannot give
A vast estate of wide and fertile lands;
But I can keep for you, the whilst I live,
Unstained hands.
I have no blazoned scutcheon that insures
Your path to eminence and worldly fame;
But longer than empty heraldry endures
A blameless name.
I have no treasure chest of gold refined,
No horded wealth of clinking, glittering pelf;
I give to you my hand, and heart, and mind_
All of myself.
I can exert no mighty influence
To make a place for you in men’s affairs;
But lift to God in secret audience
Unceasing prayers.
I cannot, though I would, be always near
To guard your steps with a parental rod;
I trust your soul to Him who holds you dear,
Your father’s God
Merrill C. Tenney and Dad
