Classic Poem

We turn aside from everything,
We spurn all other meetings,
And by our presence here we bring
To thee our birthday greetings.

'Twas on the twenty-seventh day,
The month of February,
When thou, imbued with prospects gay,
Began thy life so merry.

Thy purity and kindness, too,
Thy God-like conversations,
Thy hold upon the good and true,
Bring peaceful revelations.

May love like sunbeams fall on thee,
To chase away thy sadness,
When sorrows linger may they be
O'ershadowed by thy gladness.

May many years be thine to live,
And to thy life be given,
The highest blessings earth can give,
Then later — rest in heaven.