ON THE BIRTH DAY OF THREE YOUNG LADIES. Eliza Day Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T132359 Daye, Eliza, b. ca. 1734. Poems, on Various Subjects. Liverpool Printed by J. M'Creery 1798 pp. [84]-85. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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ON THE BIRTH DAY OF THREE YOUNG LADIES . O'ER times and seasons , days and years , The muses keep a watchful eye , Deceive the conq'ring hand of time , And what they love forbid to die . TO ELIZA . The sage may say your blooming cheek , Shall with its sister roses fade : TO SALLY . Your sparkling eye it's lustre lose , And future years it's beauties shade . TO HELEN . Your wit , that now with potent charm , Invites our hearts to frolic mirth , Sink blunted by the edge of time , And lose the fire which gave it birth . Let sacred friendship still inspire , Still shall they flourish in my song , Eliza's cheek shall always bloom , And Helen's fire burn ever strong . Still shall the Muses hail the day , Which to their aid the graces sent , For uncouth were the rugged rhyme , If they no genial polish lent . Propitious fortune ! smile this day , And hear the friend and poet's prayer , Be these , thro' every scene of life , The darling objects of thy care . And may this welcome day's return , With thy best favors still be crown'd , And ever shining with the rest , Be rosy health and virtue found .