My garden of verse . now you talk to men galore, With a charming naivete air;You dont avoid the noise and rush Of a crowded ballroom floor;You divide one waltz into three pans, And find no man a bore. 1, too, am fond of society; I am called a blase man;1 jolly the girls a little, And the old folks think 1 am grandI tit in the place I am wanted; I enjoy life as a night—alone with my pipe— The rest of my story is told—For th love of Yesterday Haunts me Today. 41 A BIRTHDAY RHYME Many l)right and happy returns Of this day for you, I pray;Many joys aiul blessings, dearest
My garden of verse . now you talk to men galore, With a charming naivete air;You dont avoid the noise and rush Of a crowded ballroom floor;You divide one waltz into three pans, And find no man a bore. 1, too, am fond of society; I am called a blase man;1 jolly the girls a little, And the old folks think 1 am grandI tit in the place I am wanted; I enjoy life as a night—alone with my pipe— The rest of my story is told—For th love of Yesterday Haunts me Today. 41 A BIRTHDAY RHYME Many l)right and happy returns Of this day for you, I pray;Many joys aiul blessings, dearest To sweeten the hard, rough Avay;Gods richest, choicest gifts surround Your life in flowing measure;May iiappiness and love abound To give to you their treasure;1 also ask f<»r you beloved, The strength that makes the soul;Tlie sweetness of a pure, true heart; The peace and grace only Heaven itself can send, When shadows cloud the angels guard and keep you Forever and—Todav. 42.
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