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SONNET.
NOTHER Birthday! oh, how fast each yearOf wedded bliss on noiseless pinions flies!
How doubly swift Time's waymarks seem to rise,
As glides away our brief sojourning here!
Beloved Husband! scarcely could I deem
The day so dear to me had come again,—
So well has thy deep love prolonged the dream
Of youth and hope! did not our infant train
Another loved one bring,—another voice
To lisp fond greetings on thy natal day,
And bid our hearts with grateful warmth rejoice
In all the blessings strewed upon our way:
Oh that God's holiest gifts on them and thee
Each year may richer rest! earth needs no more for me.
E.
October 6, 1845.
