How many times have I held you back, how many times have I urged you on, roused you up or soothed you, made you hope or fear or dream, through memories of long ago.

For you were once a part of me.

I moulded you, my little son.

And as I have been to you, so you will be to your children.

In their lives, too, we shall be there--silent and invisible, the dim strong figures of the past.