TO EDITH.
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Rather let me clasp thee, holding
All the years at bay,
In my life thy life enfolding
As I do to-day.
All the years at bay,
In my life thy life enfolding
As I do to-day.
So my little birthday maiden,
Flower of autumn time,
With the heart's best wishes laden
Take the halting rhyme.
All the gifts in Time's full coffers
Piled before thy feet,
Show not half the love it offers,—
Hazel eyes, my sweet.
Flower of autumn time,
With the heart's best wishes laden
Take the halting rhyme.
All the gifts in Time's full coffers
Piled before thy feet,
Show not half the love it offers,—
Hazel eyes, my sweet.
