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THE CHILD MOZART AND.
And so the children's saint, the blest,
The beautiful St. John,
Walked with them—(rather oddly drest
You think. Of this anon).
The beautiful St. John,
Walked with them—(rather oddly drest
You think. Of this anon).
That day a sudden dinner, such
As they had never seen,
Came to their table. And how much
They thanked the saint in green!
As they had never seen,
Came to their table. And how much
They thanked the saint in green!
Bright as an autumn-leaf in bloom
Their mother moved, and yet
That night—the absence in her room
Made cheek and pillow wet.
Their mother moved, and yet
That night—the absence in her room
Made cheek and pillow wet.
That night the old piano, too,
Grieved like a living thing,—
For the blonde boy, right well it knew,
Had vanished with the King.
Grieved like a living thing,—
For the blonde boy, right well it knew,
Had vanished with the King.
(The King, I said, but, on my word,
It's quite another thing,—
Somewhere in history I have heard
The Queen was then the King.[1])
It's quite another thing,—
Somewhere in history I have heard
The Queen was then the King.[1])
- ↑ "Long live our King—Maria Theresa!"
