THOU ART QUEEN

By Robert Fuller Murray

Thou art queen to every eye,

When the fairest maids convene.

Envy's self can not deny

Thou art queen.

In thy step thy right is seen,

In thy beauty pure and high,

In thy grace of air and mien.

Thine unworthy vassal I,

Lay my hands thy hands between;

Kneeling at thy feet I cry

Thou art queen!