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THE KING'S VISITORS. |
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THE KING'S VISITORS.
The King holds court
With his regal train,
And the wild wind blows
At his window pane,
And pattering falls
The wintry rain;
And if the King,
So merry and free,
Would give his crown
And his kingdom's fee,
And his fleets that ride
On the wide wild sea,
To stop the fall
Of the midnight rain;
The gushing, flushing,
Frolicsome rain,
And silence the wind
At his window pane—
He'd offer his riches
All in vain!
With his regal train,
And the wild wind blows
At his window pane,
And pattering falls
The wintry rain;
And if the King,
So merry and free,
Would give his crown
And his kingdom's fee,
And his fleets that ride
On the wide wild sea,
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Of the midnight rain;
The gushing, flushing,
Frolicsome rain,
And silence the wind
At his window pane—
He'd offer his riches
All in vain!
And Care crawls up
To the great King's door,
And takes her seat
At his proud heart's core,
And tells him deeds
That were done of yore;
And if he'd give
His good right hand,
His Dukes and Earls
That round him stand,
And his Queen's bright eyes,
That glad the land,
To keep such guest
From his darkening door—
The nestling, wrestling
Fiend of yore—
And take her tooth
From his heart's red core—
The Fiend would answer him:
“Never more!”
To the great King's door,
And takes her seat
At his proud heart's core,
And tells him deeds
That were done of yore;
And if he'd give
His good right hand,
His Dukes and Earls
That round him stand,
And his Queen's bright eyes,
That glad the land,
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From his darkening door—
The nestling, wrestling
Fiend of yore—
And take her tooth
From his heart's red core—
The Fiend would answer him:
“Never more!”
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