TO MY FATHER.ON HIS BIRTHDAY.
Written while a child at school.
Written while a child at school.
I greet thee, father, with delight, On this, thy natal day,And thank the God, that spares thee still, To guard me on life's way.Without thee, joy would not be joy; Ah! life would have no charms,If I could never more find rest In thy paternal arms.
The hand of time upon thy head Is sprinkling hoary hair,The furrows deep upon thy brow Too truly tell of care.But memory still in gladness turns To some bright, happy hours,When o'er thy pathway sweetly bloomed Love's gayly tinted flowers;
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