Page:Felicia Hemans in New Year's Gift, 1829.pdf/4



I. Where sucks the bee now? Summer is flying, Leaves round the grass-plot, faded are lying; Violets are gone from the grassy dell, With the cowslip-cups, where the fairies dwell; The rose from the garden hath passed away— Yet this, happy fair boy! is thy natal-day.

II. For love bids it welcome, the love which hath smiled Ever around thee, my gentle child! Watching thy footsteps and guarding thy bed, And pouring out joy on thy sunny head. Roses may vanish, but this will stay— Happy and bright is thy natal-day!