Of heart-arousing melody. A Son
Was born to carry down that ancient line
To future generations, and all hearts
Rejoiced in sympathy with that glad hope
Which swelled each parent’s breast. The passing years
Gave now a daughter, and anon a son,
Till six fair children filled that home with glee
And childhood’s happy laughter. Each grew up
From innocent sweet infancy to days
Of blossoming youth. The elders now have reached