For this—their pure inheritance—a life
Of unstained honor gone before our own—
The father that we love an "honest man"—
For this, thy children bless thee.
Cheer thee, then!—
Though hopelessly thy strength may seem to fail,
And pitilessly far thy cares pursue!
What though the clouds follow to eventide,
Which chased thy morn and noon across the sky!
From these thy trying hours—the hours when strength,