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.”