THE QUEEN OF SPAIN.
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They hunger not who taste that pleasant bread.
Poor child, what is it to be dead?
Poor child, what is it to be dead?
Oh, some who envied not her pearls and trains,
Her Spanish lover and her Spanish crown,
Do envy her the one thing that remains
To those who keep their hollow hands shut down;
For whether that one thing in truth be rest,
Or Paradise, it is the best.
Her Spanish lover and her Spanish crown,
Do envy her the one thing that remains
To those who keep their hollow hands shut down;
For whether that one thing in truth be rest,
Or Paradise, it is the best.
