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The Emperor Frederick.
JUNE 15TH, 1888.
When Europe wept and over east and west
Hung sorrow for the Kaiser gone before,
We prayed that life would seal Death's awful door
And give us back our bravest and our best,
King in his father's room; but that dark guest
Clung to his side, slow poisoned at the core
The heart that cared for all his country's poor,
Thought royal deeds, but never thought of rest.
Hung sorrow for the Kaiser gone before,
We prayed that life would seal Death's awful door
And give us back our bravest and our best,
King in his father's room; but that dark guest
Clung to his side, slow poisoned at the core
The heart that cared for all his country's poor,
Thought royal deeds, but never thought of rest.
Two moons had filled and when the third had waned,
O'ershadowed by the weary travelling earth,
He bowed a head that never yet had owned
Flesh mortal, so he passed; but praise had birth,
Honour for him whom noble suffering crowned,
Love for a King who in Death's court had reigned.
O'ershadowed by the weary travelling earth,
He bowed a head that never yet had owned
Flesh mortal, so he passed; but praise had birth,
Honour for him whom noble suffering crowned,
Love for a King who in Death's court had reigned.
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