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DEDICATED TO 



"THE KING." 



Who is the king ? The man who holds the plough ! 



There in high heaven is his charter set, 



Pricked in eternal stars, tho' never yet 

 Has thought to rule ; a thousand years, as now, 

 Has brought his brother bread, regardless how 



The bread was shared ; and, heedlessly, has let 



Knavish usurpers wear the coronet 

 The regal crown alone awaits his brow. 



And humbly he will serve, and be the king ; 



Bringing the clean counsels of the sunny field 

 Unto his Parliament, and everything 



Shall know the wholesome wind and rain, and yield 

 To the inspiration of the open places ; 

 And God shall see His image in our faces. 



ANDREW DODDS. 



