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January 3, 1873
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VC 1875
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: VCLLettersPeaseJuliaM1875119001
January—
(Jan. 3, 1873)
Dear Papa,
On this the third of January
All Wood. Lawn, I suppose, Is very merry
For Is it not the day on which its master
Sixty one years ago was born! Faster
And faster fly the years, and I can scarcely
Realise that my dear father is really
Almost an old man. Merry and glad
May you be on this birthday. Never sad
Through the year which is now beginnings—
This is a part of my birthday greeting--
A costly present I cannot send you,
Book, or slipper of gorgeous hue,
(Jan. 3, 1873)
Dear Papa,
On this the third of January
All Wood. Lawn, I suppose, Is very merry
For Is it not the day on which its master
Sixty one years ago was born! Faster
And faster fly the years, and I can scarcely
Realise that my dear father is really
Almost an old man. Merry and glad
May you be on this birthday. Never sad
Through the year which is now beginnings—
This is a part of my birthday greeting--
A costly present I cannot send you,
Book, or slipper of gorgeous hue,
: VCLLettersPeaseJuliaM1875119002
Instead, my love, which is not at all better,
And this poor loving letter.
Sixty years and one have o'er your head
Passed with light and kindly tread.
Leaving behind but few gray hairs-
Many Joys, seme sorrows and cares
It hath been your lot to receive,
But through all, we truly believe,
With tranquil heart and peaceful mind
You have passed. Hat behind
In whatsoever man should do
To prove himself faithful, Just and true.
We would that Father Time might fling away
His scythe and hourglass) so that, as 'twere a day,
Might pass the months and years untold—
So would you then be never old.
May every blessing which a year can bring
Be yours. May all the hours for you ring
Out sweet Joy and comfort, rest and cheer—
Such is the wish of your daughter dear—
3rd Jan. 1873
Julie M. Pease
And this poor loving letter.
Sixty years and one have o'er your head
Passed with light and kindly tread.
Leaving behind but few gray hairs-
Many Joys, seme sorrows and cares
It hath been your lot to receive,
But through all, we truly believe,
With tranquil heart and peaceful mind
You have passed. Hat behind
In whatsoever man should do
To prove himself faithful, Just and true.
We would that Father Time might fling away
His scythe and hourglass) so that, as 'twere a day,
Might pass the months and years untold—
So would you then be never old.
May every blessing which a year can bring
Be yours. May all the hours for you ring
Out sweet Joy and comfort, rest and cheer—
Such is the wish of your daughter dear—
3rd Jan. 1873
Julie M. Pease
