[
  {
    "title": "To Mrs M. B. on Her Birthday.",
    "author": "Alexander Pope",
    "lines": [
      "Oh, be thou blest with all that Heaven 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 every blessing through,",
      "Some joy still lost, as each vain year runs o'er,",
      "And all we gain, some sad reflection more;",
      "Is that a birthday? '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 every thought, inspirit every 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 ecstasy of joy,",
      "Peaceful sleep out the Sabbath of the tomb,",
      "And wake to raptures in a life to come."
    ],
    "linecount": "20"
  }
]