This day returns, as all the stars decree,
When first thy breath did grace the waiting air;
The fates, in secret counsel, smiled on thee,
And wove thy thread with hands divinely fair.
No jewel shines with half so bright a gleam,
Nor music stirs the soul with sweeter tone;
For thou dost walk as though from some dream,
And mak’st the world less weary, less alone.
The year hath flown, yet still thy light remains,
A lamp unquenched though tempests round thee rise;
And all thy griefs are lessons, not in vain,
That gild thy heart more golden in our eyes.
So take this wish, which humbly I impart:
Long life, sweet joy, and love’s unending heart.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:38 AM UTC
This day returns, as all the stars decree,
When first thy breath did grace the waiting air;
The fates, in secret counsel, smiled on thee,
And wove thy thread with hands divinely fair.
No jewel shines with half so bright a gleam,
Nor music stirs the soul with sweeter tone;
For thou dost walk as though from some dream,
And mak’st the world less weary, less alone.
The year hath flown, yet still thy light remains,
A lamp unquenched though tempests round thee rise;
And all thy griefs are lessons, not in vain,
That gild thy heart more golden in our eyes.
So take this wish, which humbly I impart:
Long life, sweet joy, and love’s unending heart.
