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TO MY FRIEND,ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
Bright, dearest Mary, as thine own fair truth,
The glorious sun has risen to gild the earth,
And bids the blest companion of thy youth
Hail the returning day that gave thee birth.
The glorious sun has risen to gild the earth,
And bids the blest companion of thy youth
Hail the returning day that gave thee birth.
Warm, dearest Mary, as thy faithful heart,
Are the fond wishes that now rise in mine
But words, my friend, arc much too poor t' impart
How bright with joy I wish thy life to shine.
Are the fond wishes that now rise in mine
But words, my friend, arc much too poor t' impart
How bright with joy I wish thy life to shine.
