AUGUST 29, 1879.

I had no song so wise and sweet,

As birthday songs, dear friend, should be.

Silent, among a hundred guests,

I only prayed for thee.

Such wishes held the speaking lip,

Such mood of blessing took me, there,

That music, like a bird to heaven,

Flew, and was lost in prayer.

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