Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. To My Father<br><br>Here are blind words<br>And a broken sounds,<br>A drift of smoke<br>And barren ground.<br><br>But you will give them sight<br>And music's power;<br>For you the smoke will flame<br>And this mould flower.