FOR A NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY.
(April 13, 1912.)
Nineteen lovely years are hers
As the spring conies flooding in
And April's magic is akin
To that dear wistfulness which blurs
Her eyes when Love too deeply stirs
Her heart; and when the flowers begin
Nineteen lovely years are hers
As the spring comes flooding in.
Perfect girlhood still confers
Its grace upon her; but within
Like strains from a far violin
Her soul hears gentler messengers,
For April-womanhood is hers
As the spring comes flooding in.