Ah, cherished Doon Star! Hark me from afar
rekindle her heart with your rays:
She that dwells in my heart ever till I part -
sprinkle her path with roses.
How swift are the days! For she comes of age
this coming Saturday, the second -
So guard her in earnest from evil and bring jest
prithee, make her life jocund!
‘Tis through you I see her and she me
O Star! reflected upon your boards;
And so convey my message to her heart's walled cage
and rebound back to me her words.
So many'll cheer her - kin far and near
this Eighteenth Birthday of hers;
Still O Star, send towards her this token of regards
from someone unseen she knows!
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