Poem by Thomas Hood

Birthday Verses

Good morrow to the golden morning,
  Good morrow to the world's delight--
I've come to bless thy life's beginning,
  Since it makes my own so bright!

I have brought no roses, sweetest,
  I could find no flowers, dear,--
It was when all sweets were over
  Thou wert born to bless the year.

But I've brought thee jewels, dearest,
  In thy bonny locks to shine,--
And if love shows in their glances,
  They have learn'd that look of mine!

1. Song (The stars are with the voyager)
2. The Departure of Summer
3. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Clapham Academy
4. The Two Peacocks of Bedfont
5. The Boy at the Nore

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