Do you not see what sadness we endure,

O you who live in kind with friends alway?

For a New World doth her apart secure,

And salutations hind'reth me to say.

But still a natal day today is thine,

And so I call to task my humble pen;

And ere thy mind is heavy thick with wine,

Things better than what good is known by men

I bid to thee today. For thou art great,

And better than my words can say, who bear'st

To play the best of games, and Dragons slate,

And joy to us dost bring and in it shar'st.

‘Tis true that thou art fair and kind, but more!

Thy many charms are why we thee adore!

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