A Father's Song

O ' daughter dear flying towards unknown lush shores of cheer looking down with great enchantment the swirling robust Atlantic waves and feeling the rowdy gusts; and ogling with fascination at the tender mists surrounding your flight! There is more to enamour you O' dear unseen by eyes, trailing behind you. Think once of the two little silver drops of tears dribbling from your father's eyes! They are oceans of pain and happiness jumbled together waiting to see you again... but how soon...how soon! !