Classic Poem

EIGHT DAYS OLD

HER FIRST VALENTINE

Dear girl, whose coming brings such joy
None says " I wish she were a boy " : —
Whose name recalls an elder day,
When Erin's song was rich and gay:
Sweet child of wonder, love and cheer,
Be yours to bring the heavens near,
As Joy's magician.

Though others scorn the graces old,
And think it freedom to be bold,
May thy nobility be dressed
In winsome manners of the best,
Till, welcome always as today,
The world you bless shall smile and say:
" Ah, how Patrician! "