Dear Men,
Stalwart Sons of Mars — who bear
The Atlas-weight of silent care
Like mighty oaks that guard the dale
Against the thunder — and the gale.

Fathers — with their shoulders broad
Who trudge life's steep and stony road
Their hearts — like lighthouses at night
Keep burning warm — and burning bright .

Partners — in life's grand design
Who build their love — line by line
Like master-smiths — with gentle hands
Forge beauty — few shall understand.

Friends — whose valor often goes...