The Firstborn

The flrstborn, with the mothor's arm Embnucmg it, in slumber Hes. Hiish, lest a whisper break tho charml Talk only withtyour eyesl Husband and lover, on this day Thy one year bri Ie is lloubly fnir. Knecl ; 3ct the hoart '-'ay, Wbilo iho lies sniilinK therel Look on her, lovo hor, hold her dear, The doarer for fchis Baered tie. Unnoted fnr one momeBt hora Let all the World go by !