FuneralVerses

Funeral Poems for Dad

Finding the right words for a father is hard precisely because dads so often dealt in actions instead of words — the lift to the station, the fixed bicycle, the hand on the shoulder. The funeral poems below were chosen with that in mind: poems about steadiness, completed journeys, work well done, and love that didn’t need announcing. Every full text here is in the public domain, so you can read it at the service or print it in the program freely. If you’re also writing the speech itself, our eulogy examples for a dad pair naturally with any of these poems.

A note on a poem you may be looking for: The Dash by Linda Ellis — often requested for fathers — is still in copyright and can’t be reprinted here, but we explain it in full and suggest free alternatives on our page about The Dash.

Classic poems for a father’s funeral

Stevenson wrote his own epitaph in Requiem, and its last two lines may be the finest farewell ever written for a man who worked hard and came home: the hunter home from the hill. It is short enough that even a nervous reader can carry it.

RequiemRobert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

Public domain

If your dad believed in getting on with things — in effort, in leaving the world a little better — Longfellow’s A Psalm of Life reads like his philosophy set to meter. “Footprints on the sands of time” comes from this poem, and the closing call to “still achieving, still pursuing” turns mourning into a charge for the family he leaves behind.

A Psalm of LifeHenry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,—act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Public domain

Tennyson’s Crossing the Bar is read at fathers’ funerals more than almost any other poem. The image of an old sailor slipping calmly out to sea suits a man at the end of a long, full life, and the hoped-for meeting with the Pilot gives it a quiet faith without a sermon.

Crossing the BarAlfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.

Public domain

Dickinson’s most famous poem treats death not as an enemy but as a courteous companion on a carriage ride past everything a life contained — the school, the fields, the setting sun. It suits a father who met everything, including the end, with composure.

Because I could not stop for DeathEmily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility – We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – Or rather – He passed Us – The Dews drew quivering and Chill – For only Gossamer, my Gown – My Tippet – only Tulle – We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground – The Roof was scarcely visible – The Cornice – in the Ground – Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity –

Public domain

McCreery’s opening stanza is one of the most quoted verses of consolation in American memorial tradition — short enough for a program, strong enough to open a reading.

There Is No DeathJohn Luckey McCreery — excerpt
There is no death! The stars go down To rise upon some other shore, And bright in heaven's jeweled crown They shine forevermore.

Public domain · Opening stanza of a longer poem.

And one short traditional verse, author unknown, that has appeared on memorial cards for generations. It earns its place by saying in four lines what many of us most need to hear at a father’s graveside.

A Father's FarewellAuthor unknown
Weep not that I have gone away, Nor mourn beside my door; The love I gave you every day Is yours forevermore.

Traditional — public domain

Poems a daughter can read for her father

Many of the most searched-for verses are funeral poems for dad from daughters — and with reason: a daughter’s reading is often the emotional center of the service. These three poems carry that weight without demanding a performance.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18 is usually read as a love poem, but at a funeral its real subject comes through: as long as people read these lines, the one they describe lives. A daughter reading it for her father is making exactly that promise.

Sonnet 18 (Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?)William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Public domain

Anne Brontë’s Farewell says what a grieving daughter most wants to say: you are gone, but everything you gave me stays. Its opening lines are tender enough to read through tears.

FarewellAnne Brontë — excerpt
Farewell to thee! but not farewell To all my fondest thoughts of thee: Within my heart they still shall dwell; And they shall cheer and comfort me.

Public domain · Opening stanza of the poem.

Up-Hill is a conversation — a worried traveler asking questions, and a calm voice answering every one. A daughter who spent a lifetime asking her dad for directions, advice, and reassurance will recognize the shape of it instantly; it can even be read by two voices.

Up-HillChristina Rossetti
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.

Public domain

Reading a poem aloud at your dad’s funeral

Print the poem in large type, double-spaced, on paper rather than a phone. Read it aloud at least three times beforehand — the third time is usually when your voice stops catching. At the service, go slower than feels natural and pause at stanza breaks; the silence does half the work. And have a backup: ask someone to stand nearby with a copy, ready to finish the reading if you can’t. Knowing the poem cannot be lost makes it far easier to begin. If the poem is part of a longer tribute, our example eulogies for a father show where a verse fits naturally inside a speech.

Still searching? The main collection of funeral poems and verses has comfort poems and short program verses beyond these, and Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep — perhaps the most chosen funeral poem of all — has its own page with full text and history.

Common questions

What is a good short funeral poem for dad?

Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson is the strongest short choice — eight lines ending with "Home is the sailor, home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill." The traditional Irish blessing and the opening stanza of There Is No Death also work well when space or composure is limited.

What poem can a daughter read at her father's funeral?

Anne Brontë's Farewell and Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 are both well suited to a daughter — the first speaks of carrying a father's love forward, the second promises he will be remembered. Christina Rossetti's Up-Hill works beautifully read by two siblings as a dialogue.

Can I print these poems in my dad's funeral program?

Yes. All the full poems on this page are in the public domain, so you can print and adapt them freely in an order of service, memorial card, or slideshow. Copyrighted poems such as The Dash are discussed and linked but not reprinted, as reproducing them requires the rights holder's permission.