The Silken Tassel/A Birthday Present
A Birthday Present
I woke this morn and found the skies were gay,
And magic-breathing air fill’d all the earth
With perfumed sweetness and o’erbrimming mirth;
The baby-buds that all night sleeping lay
And magic-breathing air fill’d all the earth
With perfumed sweetness and o’erbrimming mirth;
The baby-buds that all night sleeping lay
Did ope their tender lips to kiss the Day,
Which heavens spun from richest brightness worth
Ten thousand days, and on whose glorious birth
Love, Light and Virtue join’d to smile and play!
Which heavens spun from richest brightness worth
Ten thousand days, and on whose glorious birth
Love, Light and Virtue join’d to smile and play!
And many a flower peep’d out with golden dew,
As sweet and tender as a baby’s hand;
I pluck’d the best that shone in ever-bloom,
As sweet and tender as a baby’s hand;
I pluck’d the best that shone in ever-bloom,
And wove a garland with my heart-strings true;
I ran in glee to give it to a friend;
Sweet Sister! that is thou!—or else to whom?
I ran in glee to give it to a friend;
Sweet Sister! that is thou!—or else to whom?