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ON MY MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY.
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ON MY MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY.
WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF EIGHT.
Clad in all their brightest green,
This day the verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day.
This day the verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day.
The breeze is still, the sea is calm,
And the whole scene combines to charm;
The flowers revive, this charming May,
Because it is thy natal day.
And the whole scene combines to charm;
The flowers revive, this charming May,
Because it is thy natal day.
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The sky is blue, the day serene,
And only pleasure now is seen;
The rose, the pink, the tulip gay,
Combine to bless thy natal day.
And only pleasure now is seen;
The rose, the pink, the tulip gay,
Combine to bless thy natal day.
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