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POEMS.
And now on this thy natal day,
Would that my wish could bring
Joy to thy heart, and keep thee free
From grief and suffering;
Would that a spell-like pow'r were mine,
To realize each hope of thine.
Would that my wish could bring
Joy to thy heart, and keep thee free
From grief and suffering;
Would that a spell-like pow'r were mine,
To realize each hope of thine.
No magic charm, alas! I own,
Thy path to shield from care;
Yet all my warmest hopes could give
Dwells in my earnest prayer,
That bright each coming day may be
To thee, my youth's lov'd friend—to thee!
H. A.
Thy path to shield from care;
Yet all my warmest hopes could give
Dwells in my earnest prayer,
That bright each coming day may be
To thee, my youth's lov'd friend—to thee!
H. A.
