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TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTHDAY,BEING CHRISTMAS DAY.
Again, dear girl, with love sincere, Your constant bard her carol sings,Whilst another varying year The merry season Christmas brings.
Is there a heart which does not beat, And throb with feelings of delight,When child and parent joyful meet, And friends and families unite?
When sparkling eyes beam with delight, And mirth and happiness prevail,Is there a heart which such a sight To warm and animate can fail?
