Her father's smile like sunshine came, Like dew her mother's kiss, Their love and goodness made her home, Like heaven, the place of bliss.
Beneath such tender training, The joyous child had sprung, Like one bright flower, in wild-wood bower, And gladness round her flung; And all who met her bless'd her, And turned again to pray, That grief and care might ever spare The happy Alice Ray.
The gift that made her charming Was not from Venus caught; Nor was it, Pallas-like, derived From majesty of thought; —Her healthful check was tinged with brown, Her hair without a curl; But then her eyes were love-lit stars, Her teeth as pure as pearl.
And when in merry laughter Her sweet, clear voice was heard, It well'd from out her happy heart Like carol of a bird; And all who heard were moved to smiles, As at some mirthful lay, And, to the stranger's look, replied — "'T is that dear Alice Ray."
And so she came, like sunbeams That bring the April green; As type of nature's royalty, They call'd her "Woodburn's Queen!"