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Show BIRTK-DAY VERSES. James edsskll lowkll. 'Twaa BUtifj of old in hut and hall flow onco ft kinir in evil hour Hung musinjr n'or bis castle wall, And, lost in idlo drotima, let fall Iiitu tho sea his ring of power. Tbon, lot him sorrow as ho miftht, And plfjcigo his dnunhtor aod hU throne To who restored his juwol brigl t, Tho broken spoil would no'ar unite; Tto grim old ccdan hold his own. ThoBO awful powers on roan that wait, On man, the b'gi?r or the king, lu hovel bare or hull of stato A niajtic rinif that masters fate With cuch succeeding birth-day bring. Therein aro ect four jewels rare: Pearl wiuter, Bummer's ruby blaze, Spring's emerald, and, ihon all morofair, Full's pensive opal, doomed lo bear A heart of tire bed reamed with haze. To him the simp'o spell who knows The spiriis of the ring to sway, Frnt-h power with ov ry sunrise flows, And r iynl piitauivants are those That fly his inhndnlvs to obey. But he that with & slackened will Dreams of things past or things to be, From him the chirm is slipping still, And drops, ero he suspicls the ill. Into the inexorable tea. |
