Felicia Dorothea Hemans (Фелиция Доротея Хеманз)

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. To a Departed Spirit
2. Cœur de Lion at the Bier of His Father
3. To a Younger Child
4. The Vassal’s Lament for the Fallen Tree
5. A Farewell to Wales

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