I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a…

Greg Unger

I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever…

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