DEDICATED

TO THE MEMORY OF MYÂ FATHER

1850-1918

I've just been thinking, Oh! Pal of mine,

Of our days afield in the bright sunshine

Last spring; when we two trudged along

And tuned our golf to nature's song;

Oh! Pal of mine.

And now you're sleeping, Oh! Pal of mine.

But I know right well, when it comes my time

For passing on; you're sure to be

Just sort of waiting 'round for me;

Oh! Pal of mine.

A.W.T.

1918