On His Birthday, 27 August, 1825. THOU wak`st from happy sleep to play With bounding heart, my boy! Before thee lies a long bright day Of summer and of joy. Thou hast no heavy thought or dream To cloud thy fearless eye;? Long be it thus?life`s early stream Should still reflect the sky. Yet ere the cares of life lie dim On thy young spirit`s wings, Now in thy morn forget not Him From whom each pure thought springs! So in the onward vale of tears, Where`er thy path may be, When strength hath bowed to evil years? He will remember thee.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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