Classic Poem

Thy father was a gallant knight:
A gentle heart, a trusty lance:
For faith and truth he fought the fight,
And that is thine inheritance.

My home is in the purple deep,
There where the sunny ripples dance:
And there my vigil I shall keep:
For that is my inheritance.

And there the winds shall bring to me
The echoes of my darling's fame,
Of gallant deeds by land and sea —
And I shall smile to hear thy name.