THE BOY BISHOP.

 

 

 

 

 

“yusH |!” SAID THE KING.

 

THE BOY BISHOP.

By Cevia THAXTER.

USH!” said the king

—

Suddenly swept the lovely sounds

To the restless hounds at his royal knee, As from some heavenly choir.

“Thor and Woden, quiet be!
While I hear the bishop sing!”

O fair to see
Was the young boy bishop, all robed in silk,
Cheeks red as roses, brow white as milk,

So beautiful was he!

O, loud he sang!

His ‘eivar voice, sweet as a golden flute,

Leaped from his lips while the king stood mute,
And the whole air thrilled and rang.

Like a tuneful lyre
Over the monarch and over the hounds

Said the king, “Well done!
Now, by my faith, a voice so pure,
So fresh, melodious, high and sure,

I have not heard, my son!”

And as he said, |
From his finger he drew the ruby rare:
“ Keep thou this sparkling ring to weas,
And these coins of gold so red.

“Proud shalt thou be
Till thou art old and canst no more sing,
Remembering thou did’st charm the king,
Who will remember thee!”

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