Ambition, and Other Poems/Birthdays

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Birthdays
My friend has a birthday;And what can I sayTo young Betty BlakeWith her wonderful cakeAnd seven pink candles there—One candle for every year.'How many candles shall I seeOn yours?' asked Betty Blake of me.'Sixty!' I cried, excited by it—Steady, old heart! Lie quiet!
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