OH where are kings and queens of earth?
The monarchs born to rule?
They are here, and there, and everywhere—
At home, at church, at school.
The kings and queens in glad array
A conquering army stand;
Bright, glad-hearted boys,
Full of frolic and noise,
Laughing-eyed girls
With their sun-kissed curls,
An army born to command.
Why are they kings and queens, you say?
Bend low, then, while I tell;
They are the kings whose hearts are true;
Who love their parents, and honor them too;
Who haste at the sound of father's voice;
Whose truthful words make mother rejoice;
Who not only mean to do the right,
But are doing it now, with all their might,
Soldiers who love to do well.
And why are the fair-faced girls the queens?
My friend, they are royal born.
They are loving to mother,
To sister and brother,
To father a shining light.
They feel above doing wrong,
And with smiling and song
Make the dear home nest bright.
O dear little kings and queens of earth,
March on to conquer and win.
Lift up the fallen, comfort the sad,
Shine in the lives of the weary and bad,
Help raise the sorrowing, pitiful earth
Nearer the land where love had its birth,
Till as saintly kings and queens at last,
The burdens all borne, the trials past,
You joyfully wait, at the palace gate,
For King Jesus to let you in.
Mrs. Charlotte E. Fisher.