Poems (Linn)/Birthdays
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BIRTHDAYS.
ANOTHER birthday! Like a nun that tells
Her beads within the convent's narrow cells
My soul takes heed. Not those dull beads she loves,
Although she cons them with such eager eyes;
It is because they bear her soul above
And aid the yearning spirit to arise.
Her beads within the convent's narrow cells
My soul takes heed. Not those dull beads she loves,
Although she cons them with such eager eyes;
It is because they bear her soul above
And aid the yearning spirit to arise.
And so I feel the years that come and go,
Lift me to larger life and nobler deed;
And that is why I count my birthdays so
And do not sorrow as the fleet years speed;
Each one a blessing, like the meek nun's prayers
Told on the sacred rosary she wears.
Lift me to larger life and nobler deed;
And that is why I count my birthdays so
And do not sorrow as the fleet years speed;
Each one a blessing, like the meek nun's prayers
Told on the sacred rosary she wears.