Fred Emerson Brooks Poems

I am that mythical, mystical thing-
The little one's monarch, the children's king!
The mightiest ruler on earth am I;
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Pray, gentle stranger, tell me, if you know,
Is this the spot where Jesus stopped to rest,
Where heaven and earth met centuries ago,
And little children were divinely blest?
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Fear not, grand eagle,
The bay of the beagle!
No hunter his gun will incline!
He's branded with shame
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