Classic Poem

Ah! once with cheerful heart, and spirits gay,
I hail'd the dawn of this my natal day;
With joyd then prepared frugal treat, —
With joy beheld the valued cicle meet —
From each dear relative receiv'd with bliss
Affection's present, and affection's kiss:
Then with delight I heard the wish sincere,
That Heaven might bless me each revolving year.
Now I arise to solitary woe ,
And as the [print damaged] sad, silent, slow,
I count my treasures lost — count one by one, —
Weep for them all and find myself alone :
Fast flow my tears [print damaged] spairing lay,
" Not one is left to bless my Natal Day. "