TO A FRIEND ON HER BIRTHDAY,
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Pleasures as innocent as pure,
Yet bright and lovely though they be,
They only a brief space endure,:
But Christmas gave a friend to me.
Yet bright and lovely though they be,
They only a brief space endure,:
But Christmas gave a friend to me.
Hail! precious gift, of value rare,
What gold could never, never buy.
What gem with friendship can compare?
What boundless treasures with it vie?
What gold could never, never buy.
What gem with friendship can compare?
What boundless treasures with it vie?
Celestial plant, removed a time,
It buds and blossoms for the skies,
Transplanted to its native clime,
Matured in loveliness to rise.
It buds and blossoms for the skies,
Transplanted to its native clime,
Matured in loveliness to rise.
THE END.
