BLUE EYES

There's an exquisite something about her,
    Some undefinable grace
Of spirit or form, that without her
    Dear presence about the place,
Sends the covetous heartaches thronging
    Each other in wild surprise,
That I can not control the longing
    To gaze in her sweet blue eyes.

Such eyes: In their limpid beauty,
    So pleasant and strong and true,
Urging me on, when duty
    Seems more than my strength can do.
I toil, and deem it a pleasure,
    Yet, pray that God may devise
For me a lifetime of leisure
    To gaze in her sweet blue eyes.