Poems (Barker)/To Grandma on her 77th Birthday
On Her 77th Birthday.
Sweet Grandma the world is all in tune
As it ushers in this smiling June,
And leads her on her flowery way
With a backward glance at her sister May.
As it ushers in this smiling June,
And leads her on her flowery way
With a backward glance at her sister May.
But the brightest hour of this month of bloom
Shines into our darling Grandma's room,
When we waken the smiling day, new born,
With our heartfelt thanks, on your birthday morn
Shines into our darling Grandma's room,
When we waken the smiling day, new born,
With our heartfelt thanks, on your birthday morn
We lift our hearts with a joy untold,
As we count this bead in the string of gold,
And lay it away with the vanished years,
With gladsome smiles and with happy tears.
As we count this bead in the string of gold,
And lay it away with the vanished years,
With gladsome smiles and with happy tears.
Amid the pain of your life, dear one,
Shines in the light of the golden Sun,
New joys are added-new sorrows given;
Each one a step in the way to Heaven.
Shines in the light of the golden Sun,
New joys are added-new sorrows given;
Each one a step in the way to Heaven.
Oh happy day! how each glad heart yearns
To know of its many bright returns—
And the little ones cluster about your bed,
Their love like incense about you shed.
To know of its many bright returns—
And the little ones cluster about your bed,
Their love like incense about you shed.
Oh Sun in the west of your life, stand still!
Let us bask in its love lit rays at will,
While we waken the smiling day, new born
With our heartfelt joy on your birthday morn.
Let us bask in its love lit rays at will,
While we waken the smiling day, new born
With our heartfelt joy on your birthday morn.