Fair lady, I thee hail with fond regard
A feast to grace that melody inspire
That such beauty named by this humble bard
Would sweetly urge the heavens to conspire
Ingrid, beautiful, beloved, spirit
For they in thee a thousand notes be sung
Let drum and string play for all to hear it
And toast to thine beauty forever young
Lift upward thine noble discerning gaze
A life filled with splendor may thee consume
To the Northern Lights this tribute raise
As Sweden’s daughter hath found her groom
A love made from stars and fragrant perfume
Thine legacy be bright, oh, sweet the bloom!
Dedicated to Ingrid Kidd Goldfarb
On the Anniversary of Her Birth