Progeny's Grace

When youthful spring adorns the blooming heir, In whom all nature's gifts are well combined, Don't let such beauty fade without repair, Nor wisdom's light be to ones age confined. Observe the lily standing tall with grace, Its petals pure, intelligence displayed. So should your lineage time's hand erase, With children tall, your gifts will be replayed. Why hoard treasures meant to be bestowed? A miser's gain reaps but a barren field. In offspring, your virtues are best sowed, To future worlds, your legacy revealed. Embrace the charge that nature does bestow, Through children's bloom, your everlasting glow.