[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE KING

O THE glare and the glamor, the noise and rush, The hurrying reckless speed.The eager crowds that strain and pushAt the heels of the prancing steed!Wherefore this wild expectancy?See. 'tis the king who passes by!

The flags unfurl and the banners fly.And the clamor of fife and drumHas drowned all speech, and the vendor's cryIs lost in the city's hum!And glad are the people's hearts the whileThe king goes by with gracious smile.

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