Who reaches the heights
Of appreciation
Is he who at last
With leaping action
In what, of youth's gold
A heart's yearning-guise
Was left to mature.
In value to rise.
Father Time, you tease
Of that true love prayer
Too mean, to so let
It hang in the air!
Now mine, seen - with gifts!
Who birthdays surprised
Through what, back-hid
Were always promised!
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