Any Father to His Boy
By Herbert H. McKusick
Up from the bottom’s mud and slime
The water lily grows;
And from a twisted stem, in time,
There blooms a fragrant rose.
Yet with the answer I am mute
To this, the strangest one:
That from this gnarled, unlovely root
Should spring so fine a son.
(1935)
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