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"Wishes" by Barry Cornwall

lynncinnamon
13 hours ago
1 min read

Sweet be her dreams, the fair, the young!

Grace—Beauty, breathe upon her!

Music, haunt thou around her tongue!

Life, fill her path with honour!

All golden thoughts, all wealth of days,

Truth, Friendship, Love surround her!

So may she smile till life be closed,

And angel hands have crowned her!

 
 
 

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