Wear a Sardonyx or for thee No conjugal felicity. The August-born without this stone 'Tis said must live unloved and lone.

Who first beholds the light of day In Spring's sweet flowery month of May And wears an Emerald all her life, Shall be a loved and happy wife.

Who in this world of ours their eyes In March first open shall be wise; In days of peril firm and brave, And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.

A maiden born when Autumn leaves Are rustling in September's breeze, A Sapphire on her brow should bind, 'Twill cure diseases of the mind.

October's child is born for woe, And life's vicissitudes must know; But lay on Opal on her breast, And hope will lull those woes to rest.

By her who in this month is born, No gems save Garnets should be worn; They will insure her constancy, True friendship and fidelity.