You're going, Son, the world to face, Alone to make your way; I wish that words to fit the case I had the head to say. I wish that I could put in speech The yearnings of my heart -- But youth must learn, and time must teach, When sons and fathers part. Oh, I might tell you every hill, Might tell you every loss, But you would find some new one still, Some other kind of cross. I shall not warn of that or this, Point every foot and rod; But I don't think the road you'll miss You try to walk with God. I have no doubt you mean to win A greater wealth than mine; I hope you do -- but not with sin, Dishonor'ble design. Who wins his wealth in honest ways Will serve and bless the earth; But who for wealth his honor pays Pays more than wealth is worth. You're going, Son -- I give you this, And this is all you need: Your father's hand, your mother's kiss, This little Book to read. Seek there the light when lights are dim, God helped your parents thus; Remember home, remember Him -- And, oh, remember us! |