The fields again are robed in green,
The feathered minstrels sing;

How beautiful this world of ours,
How sweet the breath of Spring !

What though ten years have passed away,

Since I a wreath entwined
Of flowers to grace thy natal day,

Sweet emblems of thy mind ;

Those years have left sweet memories.
That aid me to entwine
Another birthday wreath, to deck

That peaceful brow of thine.
Thou lov'st to minister to want,

And ease the couch of pain;
Thou lov'st the cause of Sunday Schools,

And youthful minds to train.
Thou lov'st to point enquiring ones

To Jesu's bleedmg side,
And tell them of His wondrous love

When on the cross He died.
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Bright angels watch thee from the skies

With sympathy sincere;
And joy when in thy class they see

The penitential tear.
May He, whose office 'tis to change

And sanctify the heart,
Thy labours bless, thy mission seal.
And saving grace impart.
Time plucks the crown from kingly brows,
Time crumbles thrones to dust.
Time scathes the laiu'el wreaths of Fame,
And withers gourds we trust.
may the wishes interwove

In humble verse by me.
Be fadeless as the crowns above,

And one be given to thee.
Too beautiful for poet's rhyme,

Or angel's tongue to tell.
The glories of that sinless clime.
Where sainted Teachers dwell.
Go on, young friend, in that bright path,
Which, like the morning ray.
In lustre more and more shall shine.
Unto the perfect day.
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a BriHal Coronal

While complimentary wishes breathe

Of happiness to-day,
Shall not the friendly poet wea^e

For thee a cheerful lay.
Young Lady, may your union prove

Most blissful here below,
And end in sweeter joys above,

Pure as the angels know.
Whatever ills the world betide.
