On the Death of Leopold, King of the Belgians

A KING is dead! Another master mind
Is summoned from the world-wide council hall
Ah, for some seer, to say what lurks behind—
To read the mystic writing on the wall!

Be still, fond man: nor ask thy fate to know
Face bravely what each God-sent moment brings.
Above thee rules in love, through weal and woe,
Guiding thy kings and thee, the King of kings.
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