FROM memory’s leaves, I fondly squeeze Three little words— Forget Me Not.
A LONG life, and a happy one; A tall man, and a jolly one— Like—well—you know who!
THE hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
But in my spirit will I dwell, And dream my dream and hold it true; For though my pen doth write adieu, I cannot say for aye farewell.
GOD’S love and peace be with thee, when Soe’r this soft Autumnal air Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair.
Thou lack’st not friendship’s spellword, nor The half-unconscious power to draw All hearts to thine by Love’s sweet law.
With such a prayer, on this sweet day, As thou mayest hear and I may say, I greet thee, dearest, far away.
THIS Album’s a mansion which offers its best, To the friends who have written their thoughts, And the banquet is spread with festal fare, Where guests mingle enjoyment with rest; And they leave their memorials under thy roof, Sometimes in sorrow, more oft in joy divine, Nor think a single thought quite good enough, To measure its faintest pulse with thine.
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I WISH thee every blessing That can attend thee here; And may each future birthday prove My wish to be sincere.
YOUR Birthday will always be green in the memory of your friends.
MAY these flowers, presented on your birthday, be emblematical of the purity of your life.
WAKE early this morning, Nor miss the grey dawning; Take this greeting from me As it goes straight to thee: May joy and gladness e’er be thine; And endless brightness round thee shine.
THIS is thy Birthday, may it be, A source of happiness to thee, And may each Birthday yet in store, Be brighter than the one before.
DEAR friend, on this thy natal day, I send to thee a little lay, And wishes tender And only ask that thou’lt repay My thoughts with thine, and fondly say, “I thank the sender.”
May Spring its blossoms round thee strew, And Summer, deck’d in mantle new, Come forth to greet thee; May Autumn fruitage crown the year, And Winter, with its jovial cheer, Bring friends to meet thee.
And if I still must absent be, Do not forget to send to me One kind word only, By home birds passing by the door, Who, flying towards this distant shore, May greet me lonely.