MY BIRTHDAY.
I slowly turn time's pages o'er and find I'm growing old,The paler leaves of life are now beginning to unfold,Youth's rosy-red is fading fast, its colors turning gray,The shadows of the passing years are gathering on my way.In looking back how short they seem, the years that lie betweenThis day and one so long ago, when I was seventeen;And yet, time's great revolving wheel a dozen times and moreHas dipped its tire beneath the wave that laves the other shore.
What bright and girlish memories, what visions rich and rare,What varied fancies, precious hopes lie cold, and buried there!
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