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.

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