A father had two children, Will and Christy - The last a bright young lad, the first a dull humdrum. One day, perceiving that his hour was come, Stretched on the bed of death he glanced with misty Eye around the room in search of Christy- "My son," he said, "sad thoughts begin to darken My mind. You are a genius. What a task it Will be for you to face the world! But hearken! Inside my desk there lies a little casket Of jewels. Take them all, my son, And lock them up, and give your brother none." The youth was wonder-struck. He thought this droll, And looking in his father's face, he said- "But, bless me, father! if I take the whole, What is poor Will to do? I greatly dread-" "Dread nothing, Christy," interrupted t'other; "There's not the slightest ground for this timidity; I'll warrant you your booby of a brother Will make his way through life by sheer stupidity!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUJER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 28. THE WELSH MARCHES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN QUATORZAINS: 2. THOUGHTS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 40. FAREWELL TO JULIET (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOUISBERG SQUARE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CHORIAMBICS: 2 by RUPERT BROOKE AN APPREHENSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UPON MY LORD CHIEF JUSTICE HIS ELECTION OF MY LADY ANNE WENTWORTH FOR HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW |