TO PAPA

In high Olympus’ sacred shade

A gift Minerva wrought

For her beloved philosopher

Immersed in deepest thought.

A shield to guard his aged breast

With its enchanted mesh

When he his nectar and ambrosia took

To strengthen and refresh.

Long may he live to use the life

The hidden goddess gave,

To keep unspotted to the end

The gentle, just, and brave.