Henry Lawson

The King 2.

And now a son has come again To keep the peace or strike the blow, And have a long, great, glorious reign, Through calm or tempest, weal or woe. And strange things set me wondering – As man and youth, we knew him here, The one the only British King, To see his Southern Hemisphere. ‘Midst pealing bells and cannons’ din The countless thousands cheer and strive To catch one glance of their new King And queenly Mary, his fair bride; ‘Til on their knees, within the Fane, The Royal couple meekly kneel, The Great God’s clemency to claim, And pray Him for their people’s weal. And so I see, in vision clear, The long reign of this noble line, How on and on, from year to year The star of peace shall brighter shine, How men and nations, without fear Shall hope and labour, strive and sing: The day of liberty is here! The King is Dead! Long Live the King

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