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TO THE KING OF MACEDONIA.
PHILIP THOU ART MORTAL.
Thou mayst with pleasure hail the dawn,
And greet the morning's eye;
Remember King, the night comes on,
The fleeting day will soon be gone,
Nor distant land proclaims the fun'ral tone;
Philip thou hast to die.
And greet the morning's eye;
Remember King, the night comes on,
The fleeting day will soon be gone,
Nor distant land proclaims the fun'ral tone;
Philip thou hast to die.
With thee, thy dame the queen of birds,
May spread her wings to fly,
Or smile to trace the num'rous hords,
Thunders form the Lord of lords;
I hear some peal surpassing human words,
Philip thou hast to die.
May spread her wings to fly,
Or smile to trace the num'rous hords,
Thunders form the Lord of lords;
I hear some peal surpassing human words,
Philip thou hast to die.
Thou mayst thy mighty host survey,
And neighboring kings defy,
Whilst round thy retinues flit gay,
Beneath thy pomps imperial ray,
Make merry on the tide of joy to-day,
To-morrow thou shalt die.
And neighboring kings defy,
Whilst round thy retinues flit gay,
Beneath thy pomps imperial ray,
Make merry on the tide of joy to-day,
To-morrow thou shalt die.
I heave to hear the days last peal,
A sorrow's teeming sigh;
The mornings fluttering bird has flown,
The roses fade so quickly blown,
The lofty king falls lifeless from his throne,
Philip was born to die.
A sorrow's teeming sigh;
The mornings fluttering bird has flown,
The roses fade so quickly blown,
The lofty king falls lifeless from his throne,
Philip was born to die.
'Twas thus the haughty King of France,
Strove to ascend the sky;
Lifting his adamantine lance,
He bade his dauntless war horse prance,
Defied the world and rode the car of chance,
To rage, to fume and die.
Strove to ascend the sky;
Lifting his adamantine lance,
He bade his dauntless war horse prance,
Defied the world and rode the car of chance,
To rage, to fume and die.
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Thus vile, thus obstinately vain,
He pours his distant brag;
Regardless of his millions slain,
Regardless his pale surviving train,
Was but wrapped in his infernal chain,
Dies on the ocean crag.
He pours his distant brag;
Regardless of his millions slain,
Regardless his pale surviving train,
Was but wrapped in his infernal chain,
Dies on the ocean crag.
This faithful lesson read to all
Creation far and wide;
It is the fate from Adam's fall,
The Swain, the King, the low and tall,
The watchman of the grave must give the call,
Mortal, thou hast to die.
Creation far and wide;
It is the fate from Adam's fall,
The Swain, the King, the low and tall,
The watchman of the grave must give the call,
Mortal, thou hast to die.
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