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The King of kings
The King of kings has made you a king, Your sceptre gave, your throne of gold, Men and fair maids for retinue, Your swords of sheen, your warriors bold, Your crown, your flag, your victor-pomps, High elephants and steeds of pride, The wise to counsel, the strong to serve, And queens of beauty at your side.
To me He gave His alms of grace, My little wallet full of songs, His azure heavens for my robe, His earth, my seat, to me belongs. My sleeping room is His wide world, Planet and star for bulb and lamp: The King of kings who beggared me Walks by my side, a comrade tramp.
NISHIKANTO
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