Thine eyes in filial reverence watch;
My hand be subject to thy will;
My heart from thine its greatness catch.
The young can learn, and I am young
And labor to be good and true—
Tell her, O thou that know'st! I long
To give her age its honors due.
XI.
He sang, “Upon the myrtle's silver stem
Thy name I carved. Henceforth that tree is mine!”