And thought of nothing but the ails
He hop'd to drown within the pails.
Then Vellum said, my Duty's done
Behold, my friend and see your Son!
Quæ Genus, kneeling on the floor,
Began a blessing to implore!
The good man said, I ask of Heaven
That its protection may be given
To this my long-lost, darling Boy
Of coming time my only joy!