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I Must Be Fit

I’ll tell you honestly, there’s nothing I want more than to succeed at home. It’s a desire I hear reverberating in the following poem, also written by Edgar Guest.

I must be fit for a child to follow,
scorning the places where loose men wallow;
knowing how much he shall learn from me,
I must be fair as I’d have him be.

I must come home to him day by day,
clean as the morning I went away.
I must be fit for a child’s glad greeting;
his are eyes that there is no cheating.

He must behold me in every test,
not at my worst but my very best;
he must be proud when my life is done
to have men know that he is my son.

Guard Your Heart, p. 84.