May you reach the heights of happiness that I have never reached,
And your breast contain the fire of every sermon ever preached.
May you come to smell the roses that ever smelled so sweet,
And if you chance into the rain, find courage to go out again.
May your hands find the sand and build a castle great,
Never leaving the best of you to either chance or fate.
May the song of the nightingale come neither too late nor too low,
And let every lover's kiss be genuine and slow.
May you always approach the knocks of life with gentle manly grace,
And never turn away when the sun is on your face.
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