Birthday Greeting.To General M. Breyman on His Birthday
Think not, O friend, that ever I forget--
Though doubtful oft on my onward way--
Where are thy thy mile stones set.
Not many more you say. The day declines;
The long eventful journey nears its close,
The misty sunbeams fall in slanting lines
Through seas of gold and rose.
Gentle the down-hill slope. Love walks beside,
With tender words and caresses sweet,
Folds thee in clasping arms, lest ill betide,
Supports thy failing feet.
The eve draws on; the setting sun hangs low;
Cometh the peaceful twilight, dim and gray:
Yet hope is thine and Faith in whisper low,
Tells of a brighter day.
Some token of true friendship would I bring,
But neither gold or silver shall it be.
Accept dear friend, the little song I sing--
My birthday gift to thee.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)