Beloved Virgin of rare

charm from the Mid-west.

Oh how I long to stare

into your Eyes Divine!

Day and Night they

blossom like

Sunflowers at

Sunrise.

Shall I liken them

to those of an Angel

in realms above?

or to those of a

Mermaid in

Oceans beneath?

Your Eyes would sure

reprove the tyrannies

of despots, and

illuminate paths to

tread by night-fall.

Perhaps someday

they'll become the

pride of Igarra;

the Land of your

Fathers,

for beyond all

reasonable

doubts,

your kind of

Eyes are scarcely

seen in a Century.