A Parents Address To His Firstborn Son On The Day Of His Birth - Richard Dawson

What rich fountains of affection

Thou has opened in each breast

Flowing both in one direction

To the one that we love best

Welcome

Welcome

Little stranger

Unexpected treasure

Welcome, welcome

Dear little strange

Welcome to our house and home

Fondly now we look upon thee

And marvel at thy gaze so clear

Like stars reflecting on the water

That floweth through time to carry you here

But what perils thou must pass through

As each approaching day shall flower

First born son may grace protect you

Scatheless in temptation’s eye