A Valentine Toast
By Ethel Morrison Lackey
Here’s to the King of an Empire,
Who rules with an absolute sway!
With never a fear that Pretenders
Are scheming his kingdom away!
His sceptre is only an arrow,
His crown but a small, curvéd bow,
Yet his subjects do yield such devotion
As no other monarch can know.
For the empire he rules with such power
Is the world of Fond Lovers, and they
Are pledging their faith and allegiance
On this, their King’s own, sacred day.
And so, with this host of true subjects,
’Tis fitting his praises we sing,
And drink, in joy’s wine, the glad toast
“To Cupid—Long live the King!”