VII. O COME and hail the day Which gave the Poet birth, Whose song when grave or gay, Whose Muse in tears or mirth, Still wears a grace, and breathes a tone @3His@1 song—@3his@1 Muse—can claim alone! Come, and one sparkling hour Which not a care shall dim, We in my woodbine bower Will dedicate to him; O come, and o'er the flowers and wine Let the warm smiles of Beauty shine! And we will weave a chain Of song from those which he Hath given in many a strain Of matchless minstrelsy, Till as our hearts and voices blend His spirit shall on ours' descend And bind more closely friend to friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |