To O.W.H. Poem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward
To O.W.H.
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.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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