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And every year that o'er our home has passed
Has brought some blessing dearer than the last.
Around us infant voices ring with glee,
A gathering group of fairy forms we see;
And if for care and anxious thoughts they call,
They bring their birthright, love that sweetens all.
Love which parental hearts alone can feel,
Unchilled by time, unchanged in woe or weal;
And hope that, quenched alone by sin and pain,
Needs but one spark to light her torch again.
Has brought some blessing dearer than the last.
Around us infant voices ring with glee,
A gathering group of fairy forms we see;
And if for care and anxious thoughts they call,
They bring their birthright, love that sweetens all.
Love which parental hearts alone can feel,
Unchilled by time, unchanged in woe or weal;
And hope that, quenched alone by sin and pain,
Needs but one spark to light her torch again.
Oh! may that hope undimmed for ever be!
God bless them all! and may'st thou live to see,
The best reward of all thy pious cares,
Each prove in turn the child of many prayers;
Each firmly walk in duty's narrow way,
And cheer with fondest love thy closing day.
God bless them all! and may'st thou live to see,
The best reward of all thy pious cares,
Each prove in turn the child of many prayers;
Each firmly walk in duty's narrow way,
And cheer with fondest love thy closing day.
And now thy natal morn proclaims how fast
Another year of manhood's prime has passed,
How shall I best the struggling thoughts declare
That throng for utterance? All must end in prayer,
That every blessing God can give as best
For earth and heaven on thy dear head may rest;
That joy and grief alike to thee may prove
The gentle tokens of a Father's love,
And every year that He shall yet allow,
May find us joined in heart and hand as now,
Treading with humble hope and holy fear
The path which duty points and love can cheer.
Another year of manhood's prime has passed,
How shall I best the struggling thoughts declare
That throng for utterance? All must end in prayer,
That every blessing God can give as best
For earth and heaven on thy dear head may rest;
That joy and grief alike to thee may prove
The gentle tokens of a Father's love,
And every year that He shall yet allow,
May find us joined in heart and hand as now,
Treading with humble hope and holy fear
The path which duty points and love can cheer.
E.
October 6, 1844.
