Behold his one beloved, she leaneth on his arm,
And he looketh on the years that are past, to review the dawn of her affection.
Memory is sweet unto him, as a perfect landscape to the sight;
Each object is lovely in itself, but the whole is the harmony of nature.
Behold his little ones around him, they bask in the warmth of his smile,
And infant innocence and joy lighten their happy faces;
He is holy, and they honour him: he is loving, and they love him:
He is consistent, and they esteem him: he is firm, and they fear him.
His friends are the excellent among men; and the bands of their friendship are strong:
His house is the palace of peace: for the Prince of Peace is there.