To frame a wish for you, since I
Am blind to know, as weak to bring,
All impotent to aid or bless.
And yet it is your day, and so,
Unlike all other days, one bead
Of gold in the long rosary
Of dull beads little worth to me.
And I must keep it bright, and show
That what is yours is dear indeed.
How shall I keep it here alone?—