On My Own Birth-Day. To Amelia

A GAIN , the destin'd orbit roll'd,
An added year to life is told;
Nor yet, by mis-adventure cross'd,
Is Love decay'd, or Friendship lost.
Warm as the Sun that gilds the day,
I feel the heart's enlivening ray;
Indulge the mind's creating views,
Make Fancy mine, and chain the Muse.
Though Time upon the form has cast
Unerring marks that youth is past;
Let others keep Life's natal morn,
When I was lov'd — then I was born .
The day, the hour on which it fell,
Perhaps thy Register can tell;
The Birth-day that is own'd by me,
Is Time's record of Love AND Thee .
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