By his bed fill four frames
That he may be wise
Painted in the first
Vivid colors of his roots
A past that grew him
Second a window
Visions far beyond the glass
Clarity through pane
A fire built third
Warming his first leap to light
And all can be done
Then gods greatest gift
Realities truest test
A mirror set last
To raise a girl wise
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-Hermit King-
