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WHERE ’8 your kingdom, little king?

Where ’s the land you call your own,
Where ’s your palace, and your throne P

Fluttering lightly on the wing

Through the blossom-world of May,

Whither lies your royal way?

Where ’s the realm that owns your sway,
Little king P

Far to northward lies a land,
Where the trees together stand
Closer than the blades of ‘wheat,
When the summer is complete.
Like a robe the forests hide
Lonely ‘vale and mountain side:
Balsam, hemlock, spruce and pine, —
All those mighty trees are mine.
There ’s a river flowing free;
All its ‘wawes belong to me.

There 's a lake so clear and bright
Stars shine out of it all night,

And the rowan-berries red

Round it like a girdle spread.
Feasting plentiful and fine,

Air that cheers the heart like wine,
Royal pleasures hy the score,

Wait for me in Labrador

There I 'll build my dainty nest;
There I'll fix my court and rest;
There from dawn to dark I 'll sing :
Happy kingdom 1 Lucky king 1


Back again, my little king!
Is your happy kingdom lost
To that rebel knave, Jack Frost?
Have you felt the snow-flakes sting?
Autumn is a rude disrober:
Houseless, homeless in October,
Whither now P Your plight is sober,
Exiled king!

Far to southward lie the regions
Where my loyal flower-legions

Hold possession of the year,
Filling esoery month with cheer.
Christmas wakes the winter rose;
New Year daffodils unclose;
Yellow jasmine through the woods
Runs in March with golden floods,
fDropping from the tallest trees
Shining streams that never freeze.
Thither I must find my way.

Fly by night and feed by day,
Till I see the southern moon
Glistening on the broad lagoon,
Where the cypress’ ‘vivid green,
And the dark magnolia's sheen,
Wea=oe a shelter round my home.
There the snow-storms never come :
There the hannered mosses gray
In the breezes gently sway,
Hanging low on every side
Round the cosoert where I hide.
There I hold my winter court,

Full of merriment and sport:
There I take my ease and sing :
Happy kingdom! Lucky king!

Little boaster, vagrant king!
Neither north nor south is yours:
You ’ve no kingdom that endures.

Wandering every fall and spring,

With your painted crown so slender,

And your talk of royal splendour
Must I call you a Pretender,
Landless king ?

Never king by right divine
Ruled a richer realm than mine!
What are lands and golden crowns,
Armies, fortresses and towns,
jewels, scepters, robes and rings, —-
What are these to song and wings P
Everywhere that I can fly,
There I own the earth and sky;
Everywhere that I can sing,
There I'm happy as a king.

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