Poems (Toke)/Birthday hymn
O-DAY another happy year Of my young life is past;The morn to childhood's heart so dear,— My birthday, comes at last.
BIRTHDAY HYMN.
FOR A LITTLE CHILD.
O-DAY another happy year Of my young life is past;The morn to childhood's heart so dear,— My birthday, comes at last.Fond parents me their darling bless, Upon this joyful day,Kindred and friends around me press, And all is glad and gay.
Father! Thy tender love alone Has poured these gifts on me;Help me with grateful heart to own All blessings come from Thee.
Oh, make me still, with every year, A better child become,And lead me in Thy faith and fear, Till reached my heavenly home.
Oh, bless both me and all I love; Keep us from every ill;And grant that we may meet above, A band unbroken still.
E.
September 2, 1852.