Page:The poems of Robert W. Sterling, 1916.djvu/42

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HAIL

Crown'd is our king to-day,
Bloom on the faded spray,
Dawn and her golden ray
After sad night;
Fled be the clouds that loom,
Routed the year-long gloom,
Shade of our Edward's tomb,
By the new Light!


Waft it, O breeze!
Whisper the Word on thy rustling wing,
Carry it over the leaping seas—
Kissing the dimly glittering sands—
To the lowly homes of far-off lands,
And the palaces of kings!


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