TO MY SISTER A BELATED OFFERING FOR HER BIRTHDAY
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These books you find three weeks behind Your honored anniversary Make me, I fear, to here appear Mayhap a trifle cursory.— Yet while the Muse must thus refuse The chords that fall caressfully, She seems to stir the publisher And dealer quite successfully. As to our birthdays—let 'em run Until they whir and whiz! Read Robert Louis Stevenson, And hum these lines of his:— "The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt, Shall break on hill and plain And put all stars and candles out Ere we be young again."