To soar the air, 'tis well with thee, 'Tis well that thou hast eyes to see, But not the human ken. [Pg 59] [Pg 59] THE ICE-KING IN THE SOUTH He came, proud monarch of the Land of Snows, Triumphant, in his argent chariot, decked With jewels mined in regions of the polar zones! He came! his fifty snowy steeds were swift As howling north-winds, and their flowing manes Were flecked with diamonds brighter than Brazilian stones! He came! To celebrate his triumph, first He spread a fleecy mantle o'er the earth— A frozen shroud symbolic of the Death he wrought. And then to every pendent branch he hung A glittering sword,—the tyrant's right to rule,— Demanding greater homage than ever warrior sought. More brilliant pageant than the Ice-King's in The Land of Flowers, never graced return
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