Mother —beneath fair Tarring's heavenward spire,
Where in old years thy youthful vows were paid,
When God had granted thee thy heart's desire,
And she went forth a wife, who came a maid,
With mindful steps thus wisely have we stray'd,
Full of deep thoughts: for where that sacred fire
Of Love was kindled, in the self-same spot,
Thou, with the dear companion of thy lot,
Thy helpmate all those years, mine honour'd sire,
To-day have found fulfilled before your eyes
The promise of old time—look round, and see
Thy children's children! lo, these babes arise,
And call thee blessed: Blessed both be ye!
And in your blessings bless ye these, and me.