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AUGUST 29, 1879.
I had no song so wise and sweet, / As birthday songs, dear friend, should be. / Silent, among a hundred guests, / I only prayed for thee.
Such wishes held the speaking lip, / Such mood of blessing took me, there, / That music, like a bird to heaven, / Flew, and was lost in prayer.