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POEMS.
Our birthdays benedictions are,
A consecrated boon;
Thrice welcome, like the mellow light
Of Autumn's harvest-moon.
A consecrated boon;
Thrice welcome, like the mellow light
Of Autumn's harvest-moon.
Our birthdays! happy birthdays,
They friendly beacons prove
To cheer the world-worn traveller,
And chide him should he rove;
They speak, as did the burning bush,
To listening prophet's car;
And wise are they who reverent turn
As well to heed as hear.
They friendly beacons prove
To cheer the world-worn traveller,
And chide him should he rove;
They speak, as did the burning bush,
To listening prophet's car;
And wise are they who reverent turn
As well to heed as hear.
Our birthdays! solemn birthdays,
Time's sentinels they stand,
While each from out his watch-tower cries
The foe is close at hand;
These mentors mark Death's onward march,
Monition kindly given;
Life's mile-stones—may they record bear
We're one year nearer heaven.
Time's sentinels they stand,
While each from out his watch-tower cries
The foe is close at hand;
These mentors mark Death's onward march,
Monition kindly given;
Life's mile-stones—may they record bear
We're one year nearer heaven.
