Mary Weston Fordham
Queenie - Poem by Mary Weston Fordham
For one brief day, did Queenie stay
To brighten each fond heart,
Then sped like dove to realms above,
Ne'er more to feel death's dart.
O! in that land, where infants stand
Arrayed in spotless sheen,
No griefs to share, nor sorrows bear,
No death to intervene.
We would not care, nay, would not dare
To wish thee back again,
Nay, rather say, 'Queenie, good day,
Till we your rest attain.'
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