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A Birthday Trifle

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Here in this gold-green evening end,     While air is soft and sky is clear,     What tender message shall I send     To her I hold so dear?     What rose of song with breath like myrrh,     And leaf of dew and fair pure beams     Shall I select and give to her     The lady of my dreams?     Alas! the blossom I would take,     The song as sweet as Persian speech,     And carry for my ladys sake,     Is not within my reach.     I have no perfect gift of words,     Or I would hasten now to send     A ballad full of tunes of birds     To please my lovely friend.     But this pure pleasure is my own,     That I have power to waft away     A hope as bright as heavens zone     On this her natal day.     May all her life be like the light     That softens down in spheres divine,     As lovely as a Lapland night,     All grace and chastened shine!

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