Waiting for the Prince

Waiting for the Prince.
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Happy maiden in whose eres
Beams the sunny light of youth,
In whose soul a glory lles
Tremulous with love and truth;
Musing of the days to come,
Full of visionary glints,
Through her mind sweet fancies run,
She is waiting for the prince.

O. how olden is the theme
Which she finds so strangely fair;
In her heart there is one dream,
On her lips one silent prayer;
All the joys of life we know,
All the wealth of earthly mints
Fades into a passing show-
She is waiting for the prince.

In life’s pathway, stretching wide
Through a vale of fragrant flowers,
And a thousand charms beside,
May she pass her morning hours:
And may all her skies above
Shine with hope’s bright rainbow tints:
Thus we sing of one we love-
She is waiting for the prince.
-London Dally Mail