ONLY just a line to say, Miriam, on this summer day, What my spirit's love would breathe, While thy birthday crown I wreathe. Crown! How many a mingled thought By that little word is brought! Yet may each enlinkèd be In a birthday wish for thee. One who wears a crown should reign Sovereign over some domain; Held by thee, love's fairy sway Still may every heart obey. First we think of royal gems, Coronets and diadems; 'Twere an idle wish, I ween, Be thou happy as a Queen! To another crown we turn, While our loving hearts would burn, Worn by Him who on the tree, Miriam, hath died for thee. By that thorn-enwoven crown, By the life for thee laid down, May thy every fleeting year Bring thee to His love more near! Then the crown of golden light, Worn by those who walk in white, May that be thy blest reward In the presence of thy Lord! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK THE SEA GYPSY [OR GIPSY] by RICHARD HOVEY AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 58 (VERSION 1) by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NIAGARA by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD POVERTY AND POETRY by WILLIAM BROOME |