NICOLAS TOKE.
FROM HIS MOST AFFECTIONATE WIFE.
ELOVED! on this festal morn,The birthday of another year,
What welcome offering can I bring
To thee, of all on earth most dear?
No gem of price from eastern lands,
No rare or costly gift have I,
Only a few wild flowers of song,
A wreath of gentle poesy.
And though to other eyes less fond,
But worthless all their hues would be,
Yet, dearest, still I know full well,
That precious they will seem to thee.
And oh, within the faithful heart,
What pure and joyful feelings spring!
To think affection priceless deems
The smallest offering love can bring.
But worthless all their hues would be,
Yet, dearest, still I know full well,
That precious they will seem to thee.
And oh, within the faithful heart,
What pure and joyful feelings spring!
To think affection priceless deems
The smallest offering love can bring.
