Thy natal day, my dear!
Good heart, good words for cheer, And kisses now and here, With love through many a year!
LXIX.
Earthly duty, Heavenly beauty.
LXX.
Truth! her story Is G.o.d"s glory; Her triumph on the earth, Man"s heavenly birth.
LXXI.
What"s in a name?
A symbol of reality, All human fame, And G.o.d"s originality.
LXXII.
Thou art so neat and trim, So modest and so wise, Such gladness in thine eyes, Thou art a prize--for him, And for the world, I think; So here thy health I drink, O mother Eve"s fair daughter, In this good cup of water.
LXXIII.
All, all thou art Is in thy heart; Thy mind is but a feeder, Thy heart alone the leader,
LXXIV.
If you want a fellow.
Not too ripe and mellow, Just a little green, Courteous, never mean, One who has a will For the steepest hill, And can rule a wife, Love her as his life, And from fortune"s frown Weave a blessed crown, Then you want the best; Win him, and be blest.
LXXV.
If you wish a dandy, Moustache curled and sandy, Just the thing for parties, Who, so trim and handy, Knows not where his heart is, Whether with your banker, Or for you it hanker, Why, then take the dude; Naught is void of good.
LXXVI.
His faults are many-- Hast thou not any?
But how will the bundles mix?
Is a question for Doctor Dix, For both were picked up at Ann Arbor.
LXXVII.
I can not wish thee better In a world of many a sorrow, Than that thou be a debtor To only love and to-morrow.
Then pain has little anguish, And life no time to languish, When debts are paid to Heaven, And grace sufficient for thee Thy daily strength has given; For all is bright before thee.
LXXVIII.
Seek not for happiness, But just to do thy duty; And then will blessedness Impart her heavenly beauty.
LXXIX.
Indulge no selfish ease, Each golden hour employ, Seek only G.o.d to please, And thou shalt life enjoy; Yea, thou shalt then please all, And blessings on thee fall.
Lx.x.x.
To use thy time discreetly, To show forbearance sweetly, To do thy duty neatly, To trust in G.o.d completely, Is good advice to give, And best of all to live.
Lx.x.xI.
If words are light as cloud foam, So too is mountain air; If in the air is beauty, So too may words be fair.
If in the air contagion, Distemper words may bear.
Our words are real things, And full of good or ill; The tongue that heals or stings, So needs the Master"s will!
Lx.x.xII.
The world has many a fool, The schemer many a tool; A mirror shows them, The wise man knows them.
Ten thousand disguises, Ten thousand surprises.
In wisdom is detection, In righteousness protection.
Lx.x.xIII.