Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Lines, For my Mother's Birth-Day

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2665658Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne — Lines, For my Mother's Birth-DayFelicia Hemans

LINES, FOR MY MOTHER'S BIRTH-DAY.


This day let pleasure smile on every face,
And beam in every eye with sprightly grace;
Let artless joy the flowing lay inspire,
And sweet affection consecrate the lyre.

And see! all nature smiles around;
And hark! the "wood notes wild" resound;
In sunny robe the May appears,
The presage fair of golden years.

Let Hope with soft propitious ray,
    Our bosoms fondly cheer;
Ne'er may the sunshine of this day
    Be clouded with a tear.