The Archive of Stanley Messenger My Father’s House Stanley Messenger Written for a class of eight year olds in a Steiner school in 1951

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My father’s house is the whole tremendous world
And however far I may go I am still at home
From the heart of a fern where the softest leaf is curled
To the uttermost edge of the farthest unknown land
I am never beyond the reach of my father’s hand.

My father’s voice sounds from the high hills
And when I wander far away and away
And when I doubt and when I carelessly stray
My father is more than wild wind and bitter sea
My father is near as the wet grey stones to me.

My father’s arm curves on the broad plain
And wherever the plough bites and the wheel turns
And flocks are gathered and make for home again
I walk with my father along the homeward track
And am glad to feel his strong brown hand at my back.

My father’s ways are the ways I have learned to know
The lovely line of his hills against the sky
The thrilling song of his birds and the way they fly
The giant thrust of his oak tree’s mighty limb
As gentle as my father and as strong as him.

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