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Happy birthday to me… O yeah. Today we’re focusing on…
A for Leonid Pasternak
I love the innocence his family scenes capture.
R for “To Mrs. M.B. On Her Birthday” by Alexander Pope
Oh be thou blest with all that Heav’n can send,Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:Not with those Toys the female world admire,Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire.With added years if Life bring nothing new,But, like a Sieve, let ev’ry blessing thro’,Some joy still lost, as each vain year runs o’er,And all we gain, some sad Reflection more;Is that a Birth-Day? ’tis alas! too clear,‘Tis but the funeral of the former year. Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,Calm ev’ry thought, inspirit ev’ry grace.Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.Let day improve on day, and year on year,Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear;Till Death unfelt that tender frame destroy,In some soft Dream, or Extasy of joy,Peaceful sleep out the Sabbath of the Tomb,And wake to Raptures in a Life to come.