For A Birthday

M. B. A.

THRICE happy day, that saw our Fair Maid's eyes
First open to the sunshine! Art thou come
To see if yet the light of Paradise
Has faded from them, in her earthly home?

Nay, there it shines! As innocent and true
As that first day, she dwells among us yet;
Look in those eyes of Heaven's serenest blue,
And see the Heaven she never can forget.
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