Queenie

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Queenie

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.”