Living

Inscription for My Little Son’s Silver Plate

by Eugene Field 1850–1895

From Poems of Childhood (1904)

Living

When thou dost eat from off this plate,
I charge thee be thou temperate;
Unto thine elders at the board
Do thou sweet reverence accord;
And, though to dignity inclined,
Unto the serving-folk be kind;
Be ever mindful of the poor,
Nor turn them hungry from the door;
And unto God, for health and food
And all that in thy life is good,
Give thou thy heart in gratitude.

MLA

Field, Eugene. “Inscription for My Little Son’s Silver Plate.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field/89/.

Chicago

Field, Eugene. “Inscription for My Little Son’s Silver Plate.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field/89/.

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