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I have a King, who does not speak -- So -- wondering -- thro the hours meek I trudge the day away -- Half glad when it is night, and sleep, If, haply, thro a dream, to peep In parlors, shut by day. And if I do -- when morning comes -- It is as if a hundred drums Did round my pillow roll, And shouts fill all my Childish sky, And Bells keep saying Victory From steeples in my soul! And if I dont -- the little Bird Within the Orchard, is not heard, And I omit to pray Father, thy will be done today For my will goes the other way, And it were perjury! | 
