MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY.

MERRY words, merry words, ye come bursting around, Telling all that Affection can say;

'Tis the music of heart-chords that dwells in the sound, "Many happy returns of the day!"

The red cheek of the child is more rich in its glow,
And the bright eye more swift in its ray;
When his mates hail his birth in their holiday mirth,
And drink "happy returns of the day!"
The old man may smile while he listens, and feel
He hath little time longer to stay ;

Still he liketh to hear from the lips that are dear,
"Many happy returns of the day!"

Though Misfortune is nigh, let the kind words float by,
And something of Hope will spring up;

That the hand of the Future may drain off the gall,
And some nectar-drops yet fill our cup.

If we bask in content while another short year
Is recorded with eloquent bliss;

How we prize the fond wishes, all gladly sincere,

That come round with the soul-pledging kiss.. Oh! our place in the world will be chilly and drear, When our natal-tide passes away

Without one to remember, or breathe in our ear, "Many happy returns of the day!"

There are moments when Truth and Devotion increase, Till they burn in the crucible breast;

With an increase and might that we knew not the light
Of our smouldering feeling possess'd;

And that flame will be vividly flashing out thus,
When we welcome returns of the time,
That gave some loved beings to life and to us;
-The sweet bells in Mortality's chime.
Then a garland-a bumper, a dance, and a feast,
Let the natal-tide come when it may;

Be it autumn or spring, a gay chorus we'll sing,

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Many happy returns of the day!"—Eliza Cook.

THE END.

BELL AND BAIN, PRINTERS, 41 MITCHELL STREET, GLASGOW.