Your birthday, o’er all life-loved days
That we do praise most high,
Though lesser than those greater days
When you stood straight man’s “I”,
With cheering thoughts we celebrate,
With calm, proud words we sing,
The starting you who could not wait
To grasp your first known thing.
That honesty which you began,
And never once let go,
That trademark of heroic man
Which all your writings show,
We honor now, we honor you,
Who self, nor man, let fall,
But, clearing ways to living true
Heroic men did call.
We heard, still hear, love’s selfish thee,
Thou earthly woman high;
Thine whole grand life, in memory,
From us shall mot pass by!
Your birthday, o’er all life-loved days,
Makes ageless youth our prize,
As fountainheads of Atlas praise
Seek anthems of your eyes!