This page has already been transcribed. You can find new pages to transcribe here.


[Page 98]

May your joys be as deep as the ocean
And your troubles as light as its foam.

Think of all the kind words that have ever been said
And of all the kind thoughts that ever have sped
And of all the good luck that to you could befall
And be sure that my heart for you echoes them all.

Current Status: