Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
Poems of Experience — Father
(1917)
“ To his children in their troubles, and their joys. He was always chum and comrade with his boys, And his daughters - oh, you ought to hear them say ‘Father.’ Now I think of all achievements ’tis the least To perpetuate the species; it is done By the insect and the serpent, and the beast. ”
