"Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.

And he shall reign a goodly king And sway his hand o'er every clime With peace writ on his signet ring Who bides his time.
And he shall reign a goodly king And sway his hand o'er every clime With peace writ on his signet ri...
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