Waiting For The Prince

Waiting for the Prince
1332

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