Poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

On My Mother's Birthday

Clad in all their brightest green,
This day verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day.

The breeze is still, the sea is calm
And the whole scene combines to charm;
The flowers revive this charming May,
Because it is thy natal day.

The sky is blue, the day serene,
And only pleasure now is seen;
The rose, the pink, the tulip gay,
Combine to bless thy natal day.

1. Joan of Arc in Rheims
2. The Music of St. Patrick’s
3. Eryri Wen
4. Lines Written for the Album at Rosanna
5. The Rock of Cader Idris

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