Treasure Island

Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer


Birthday Wishes to a Physician


Birthday greetings
From a friend,
All thy meetings
Peace attend.

Time extended
Be thy store,
Bliss appended
Evermore.

Did the flowers
Born of May,
From their bowers
Choose a day?

Music ringing,
On the air,
Flowers springing
Everywhere.

Chanting gayly,
Five and eight,
Make the day we
Celebrate.

Where's the doctor?
Can you tell,
How she make her
Patients well?

Soul of beauty,
Day by day,
To her duty
Hies away.

With the sickest,
Day and night,
In the thickest
Of the fight.

Heaven's treasure
Be thine end,
Is the measure
Of a friend.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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