Lo, thou art more than a father; for this is a man-child which I place in thine arms. Have I not done well? He is the fruit of thy power and of my beauty. He is the spirit of youth renewed; thy son and thine heir.
See, he sleeps, dreaming of mighty deeds. He will grow, as thou didst grow; he will become strong and beautiful and brave. He will bear thy name, as those after him will bear it, and will revere thee. The sons of his sons will revere thee through long ages.
