THE SINGER'S FRIENDS.
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Ah! king, thou royal, simple king!
Not as by any grave I sing;
Neither by any present throne;
King crowned to-day, king who hast gone,
In kingliness one and the same!
The house runs not by race or name;
No day but sees, no land but knows;
The kingdom lasts, the kingdom grows;
God holds earth dearer and more dear,
God's sons come nearer and more near.
Not as by any grave I sing;
Neither by any present throne;
King crowned to-day, king who hast gone,
In kingliness one and the same!
The house runs not by race or name;
No day but sees, no land but knows;
The kingdom lasts, the kingdom grows;
God holds earth dearer and more dear,
God's sons come nearer and more near.
THE SINGER'S FRIENDS.
E roamed the earth with lonely feet:No homestead lured him back;
Lands are so full; life is so sweet;
Such skies and suns forever meet
To make each day's great joy complete;
T was strange that he so much must lack.
'T was stranger yet that joy could still
His bosom overflow;
That smallest things his soul could fill
With ecstasy and song, whose thrill
No pain could hinder or could chill,
As lonely he went to and fro.
His bosom overflow;
That smallest things his soul could fill
With ecstasy and song, whose thrill
No pain could hinder or could chill,
As lonely he went to and fro.
But ever if there came a day,
Which on his joy and song
Which on his joy and song
