Poem by Charles Kingsley

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 links 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.

1. Oh! That We Two Were Maying
2. 21st September 1870
3. Down to the Mothers
4. The Weird Lady
5. The Last Buccaneer

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