Henry Livingston, Jr.
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On this thy natal day permit a friend -
A brother - with thy joys his own to blend:



In all thy gladness he would wish to share
As willing in thy griefs a part to bear.



Meekly attend the ways of higher heav'n!



Is much deny'd?



Yet much my dear is giv'n.
Thy health, thy reason unimpaired remain



And while as new fal'n snows thy spotless fame.



The partner of thy life, attentive - kind -
And blending e'en the interests of the mind.



What bliss is thine when fore thy glistn'ing eye
Thy lovely infant train pass jocund by!



The ruddy cheek, the smiling morning face
Denote a healthy undegenerate race:



In them renew'd, you'll live & live again,



And children's children's children lisp thy name.



Bright be the skies where'er my sister goes
Nor scowling tempests injure her repose -



The field of life with roses thick be strow'd
Nor one sharp thorn lie lurking in the road.


Thy ev'ry path be still a path of peace
And each revolving year thy joys increase;



Till hours & years & time itself be o'er



And one eternal day around thee pour.







Manuscript Other Illos Phonemes
On my sister Joanna's
entrance into her 33d year
[16 May 1787]


On this thy natal day permit a friend -
A brother - with thy joys his own to blend:
In all thy gladness he would wish to share
As willing in thy griefs a part to bear.

Meekly attend the ways of higher heav'n!
Is much deny'd? Yet much my dear is giv'n.
Thy health, thy reason unimpaired remain
And while as new fal'n snows thy spotless fame.
The partner of thy life, attentive - kind -
And blending e'en the interests of the mind.

What bliss is thine when fore thy glistn'ing eye
Thy lovely infant train pass jocund by!
The ruddy cheek, the smiling morning face
Denote a healthy undegenerate race:
In them renew'd, you'll live & live again,
And children's children's children lisp thy name.

Bright be the skies where'er my sister goes
Nor scowling tempests injure her repose -
The field of life with roses thick be strow'd
Nor one sharp thorn lie lurking in the road.
Thy ev'ry path be still a path of peace
And each revolving year thy joys increase;
Till hours & years & time itself be o'er
And one eternal day around thee pour.








        
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