IN thy coach of state Pass, O King, along: He no envy feels To whom God giveth song. Starving, still I smile, Laugh at want and wrong: He is fed and crowned To whom God giveth song. Better than all pomps That to rank belong, -- One such dream as his To whom God giveth song. Let us greet, O King, As we pass along: He, too, is a king To whom God giveth song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 3. AFTER THE CLUB-DANCE by THOMAS HARDY JUDITH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 21. ART NEEDS THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES OF WHITE by UNNUR BENEDIKTDOTTIR |