To The Hon. D. P. King, Poem by Grace Greenwood
To The Hon. D. P. King,
WITH AN AUTOGRAPH.
A CHILD of the Republic,
I have never bowed the knee
To coronets or sceptres,
To rank or royalty:
But when a royal nature,
Crowned with a royal name,
Devotes to holy freedom
His genius and his fame,
0, then my soul forgets her pride,
Then to the winds I fling
My democratic scruples,
And all that sort of thing;
My spirit yields allegiance,
And prays, God save thee, King!
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