IN thy coach of state Pass, O King, along: He no envy feels To whom God giveth song. Starving, still I smile, Laugh at want and wrong: He is fed and crowned To whom God giveth song. Better than all pomps That to rank belong, -- One such dream as his To whom God giveth song. Let us greet, O King, As we pass along: He, too, is a king To whom God giveth song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LADY'S PLEASURE by ROBERT GRAHAM JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES [MAY 10, 1863] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON UPON WEDLOCK, AND DEATH OF CHILDREN by EDWARD TAYLOR |