My grandchildren I write to you
I wish to know how all you do.
Obey your parents in the Lord
That your hearts with wisdom may be stout.
To mind religion when you are young
Before the evil days do come
When no pleasure in them you will find
The former days you then will mind.
If I should name whom I love best
It would give offence to all the rest
But if you think any one I love best
I leave it for yourselves to guess
And when these line unto you come
Do not forget by whom they are done
When I am not present then you'll find.
A father's love that proves always kind
Give my love to all inquiring friends
For I have almost forgotten all their names
Let them know I still remain
The hearty and harmless good old man