To My First Born

MY beautiful! For beautiful thou art
  To me thy father, as the morning light
  Which makes all common objects fresh and bright,
Yea gives them out of the dun void to start
  As they were newly fashion’d from the Night!
For long there was a darkness round my heart,
Until thy mother made her life a part
  Of mine, to pierce it with Love’s genial might—
The Aurora she and the young Morning thou
  Of a new era in my worldly way!
Whence it behoves me heedfully to plough
The future for thy sake and for the vow
  That I have made, to make thee (if I may)
  A Man right worthy of our Australia.