THIS day let pleasure smile on every face, And beam in every eye with sprightly grace; Let artless joy the flowing lay inspire, And sweet affection consecrate the lyre. And see ! all nature smiles around; And hark ! the "wood notes wild"resound In sunny robe the May appears, The presage fair of golden years. Let Hope with soft propitious ray, Our bosoms fondly cheer; Ne'er may the sunshine of this day Be clouded with a tear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINSOME WEE THING by ROBERT BURNS TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO A PRAIRIE SUNSET by WALT WHITMAN THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER THE HUNTER AND THE MILKMAID by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |