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The Dying Kaiser.
MARCH 8TH, 1888.
Kaiser, with thrice the tale of royal years
That made the new-found Alexander great,
At length thou nearest the mysterious gate
To mingle with the kings of old—thy peers—
And find few mightier. Lo! thy forehead wears
A crown, whence, even in heaven, will scintillate
The rainbow lights of love; thy cloak of state
Is jewelled with a nation's loyal tears.
That made the new-found Alexander great,
At length thou nearest the mysterious gate
To mingle with the kings of old—thy peers—
And find few mightier. Lo! thy forehead wears
A crown, whence, even in heaven, will scintillate
The rainbow lights of love; thy cloak of state
Is jewelled with a nation's loyal tears.
But when the dread rememberable day
Shall call thee from the kingdom thou hast made
To that high court, where kings as subjects stand,
At least the vows we vow, the prayers we pray,
Shall go before through silence and the shade,
And give thee welcome home to Fatherland!
Shall call thee from the kingdom thou hast made
To that high court, where kings as subjects stand,
At least the vows we vow, the prayers we pray,
Shall go before through silence and the shade,
And give thee welcome home to Fatherland!
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