THE HIGH PEAKS OF PRIDE - Author unknown
Life gives us two or three sweet thrills we like to talk about.
The memory of the first home run fades not entirely out.
To every man comes soon or late one rapturous hour of fame
When satisfaction with himself is his to boast and claim.
That night the lovely maiden blushes red and whispers; "yes,"
He walks the world on airy feet, aglow with happiness,
And there's no doubt that he is proud and boastful, I may say,
With every right to strut a bit upon his wedding day.
The next event which stirred his blood and fills his soul with joy
Is when the doctor says to him: “all's well, and it's a boy!"
Or let it be a little girl, the thrill is just the same,
There is a pride in fatherhood which nothing else can claim.
These three high peaks of perfect bless already I have known,
And now the graybeards say to me, one other I shall own.
“You’ll boast as ne’er before," they say, "and strut the way we do
The day your son or daughter, makes a grandpa out of you.”
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