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FROM THE ARCHIVE1862·New York, New York

KING AND QUEEN IN THEIR REALM

Scanned from Frank Leslie'S Illustrated Newspaper, 1862
KING AND QUEEN IN THEIR REALM
Source image courtesy of the Library of Congress · Chronicling America
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KING AND QUEEN rRoM 8YBELLE AND OTHER POEMS BY L I Am king in my own doms ain. And my little wife is queen. And jointly over our realm we reign A royal couple. I ween Beauty and grace are the robes that flow Fron y her lily shoulders down.

The gems of truth on her bosom glow. And love is her golden crown. But her dainty hands are brown with toil Her cheeks with the breezes kiss. And she works for a tiller of the soil.

As if work for him weré bliss JT am the king and the tiller too. My farm is my proud domain. And the will to dare and the strength to do Are the sceptres of my reign. At my touch the teeming earth yields up Her wealth for my feast and store.

The nectar of health brims bh. My measure of bliss ru O neer was a happier realm. I w een Than ours neath the arhing sky. And never a happier king and queen Than my little wife and.

I The Prodigal Son CHAPTER PRODIGAL SON Tur old man shook very much yet it seemed that he did so almost as much.

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