Classic Poem

"Rowena, Harold, Eric, friends, forgive!
And could I hear her say
'Dear father mine,
We all forgive'--I would no longer pray
For life; but to atone my all resign
To those I've wronged: for this alone I fain would live."

"They live, Sir Guy, and ere the sun has set
Will hither come!" they said.
He crossed his hands
While o'er his face a smile complacent spread
And docile as a child to their commands
To sleep he yields his eyes with gracious tear-drops wet.

Rowena's kiss, yet sweeter far the sound
She breathed of 'Father mine'
The knight awoke;
Another moment and their arms entwine.
She checked the word ere from his lips it broke
'Forgive'! Father and child long-lost, again were found.