MY BIRTHDAY.
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My pen is laid aside while I with loving arms enfoldA childish form with bright black eyes and curling locks of gold.
Our darling boy! The only one now left where three were given—We gave the others back to God, He wanted them in heaven,The angels moored their little barks on the eternal shore;We know that we shall find them there, "not lost, but gone before."Full half my life is spent, and we will not be parted long,And God will give me help, I know, to suffer, yet be strong.I fain would see my precious boy grow to his manhood's prime,Then I will fold my willing hands and wait my Maker's time.
