To see thee succeed in thy father's stead,
And flourish in flowers of lustihead;
For even so thy father his head upheld,
And so his haughty horns did he weld."
Then marking him with melting eyes,
A thrilling throb from her heart did arise,
And interrupted all her other speech
With some old sorrow that made a new breach;
Seemed she saw in her youngling's face
The old lineaments of his father's grace.