"The Past Master"





Who's the stranger, Mother dear?
Look, he knows us- ain't it queer?
Hush, my son, don't talk so wild;
He's your father, dearest child.
He's my father? It's not so.
Father died eight years ago.
Dad didn't die, O child of mine;
He's been going through "The Line."
But, he's been Master now, so he
Has no place to go, you see-
No place left for him to roam-
That's why he's coming home.

Walter K. Belt