Hymns for Childhood/Birth Day Lines to a young Child, in Autumn

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Hymns for Childhood
by Felicia Hemans
Birth-Day Lines to a young Child in Autumn
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BIRTH-DAY LINES


TO


A YOUNG CHILD IN AUTUMN.




Where sucks the bee now?—Summer is flying,
Leaves round the elm-tree faded are lying;
Violets are gone from their grassy dell;
With the cowslip cups, where the fairies dwell;
The Rose from the garden hath passed away—
Yet happy, fair Boy! is thy natal day.


For love bids it welcome, the love which hath smiled
Ever around thee, my gentle child!
Watching thy footsteps, and guarding thy bed,
And pouring out joy on thy sunny head.
Roses may vanish, but this will stay–
Happy and bright is thy natal day!