Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1869-05-03
THE GAZETTE.
MONDAY EVENING. MAY 8.
COMMUNICATED.

iNOMMC NlCAlED.
The Queen of Hearfs-BY 8. KING SHAY.
Dedicated to Mrs. Lacy B. B-of ClerelGnd,O O.
DEAR MADAM: As you admired some
of the verses of my early days, but more partic.
uarly one entitled THE Queen of Hearts,
which has not been in print, permit me to ded-
icate il to you, as a grateful tribute Tor your
kind appreciation of my humble muse. With
the highest respect and admiration, am yours
truly, 5. KING SHAY.
Osweet and lovely Queen thou hast inspired,
Ny long sad muse, from tuneful lays retired !;
Revived the embers of the latent heat,
That warns my heart with youthful rapture
sweet,
Reign in my soul,thou lovely Queen divine
Thyself enthrone there through all future tlme
NV heart pervade, and reign within Its core,
Be thou its Queen, and let me thee adore;
Command its throbbiugs as they rise and fall;
Be they obedient to thy wish and call,
And leap with rapture, joy, and fond delight
To gaze upon thy image day and night.
o let me kneel and worship at thy shrine,
Thy smiles to crave as devotee Of thine, 80
A pratful homage to thee, would | show,
And ask but life, and they sweet smiles to know.
A life of sadness from the year of birth,
Thou couldst dispel, and turn to JOY on earth:
Then recon pense my gloom for all past time,
D goddess fair in rainbow smiles OF thine
o grant this boon, thou lovely Queen OF
Hearts,
To him, to whom thy image still imparts
A sympathetic joy untelt before
Say, blissful angel may thee adore =?
II so, I'd sing the beauties of thy mind,
Enriched by lore, ennobled and re6ued,
Acute, serene, intuitively great,
Where dignity and grace 10 council mate.
I'd tune my harp in praise of graces sweet,
That beauty walls In reticent retreat;
I'd sing the virtues oil thy generous heart,
That soothing 10y to others would impart.
Id sing of notions grace, attuned and timed,
OF lofty port, thy dignity refined,
OF mein erect with nobleness of face,
And all the charms that angels ever grace.
For thee, Apollo With his harp would sing,
For thee the wreaths Of Flora, Nymphs would
bring.
Would tender offerings at thy happy shrine.
Might presume thy beauties to declare,
With auburn hue, I'd paint thy silken hair;
' Thy head as queenly as Minervas own;
p Thy neck more lovely than tair Venus shown.
Mike on thy cheeks, sweet pinks and roses
bloom.
Thy ba]my breath. diffuse their sweet perfume
More pearly teeth than fancy ever traced
Thy ruby lips provoke an angels taste.
Thy hazel eyes. like gems ethereal beam,
Now sweetly languid, then electric seem;
Now flashing light into the soul,
Of him thou deignst to please or would control.
Thy form majestic, move with Junos ease,
Nor fail to win, whom thou would st wish to
=, please;
Thy lily hands an angels to be deem'd,
Thy sylpan feet, like those which liebc' $
seem'd.
In symmetry, thy features WOO and kiss.
And weave their charms in welded happiness;
Thy voice solian, yield felicity,
Dissolve in sweet, and blissiul ecstasy.
Sweet ''Queen of Hearts,, obedient to thy
will,
I've WOO ID my Muse, thy mandate to fulfil,
A garland fresh, thou bidst me, for thee weave'
My humble off ring at thy shrine leave