A king:—in history my name is surely known; Their love my subjects by word and deed have shown. Tho’ grieved to leave the palace of my sires, Tho’ grieved to leave the land of sunny skies, Choice of evils bade me leave my tottering throne,— Should I say more my answer would be known. FOOTNOTES:A certain king and his court were obliged to leave their capital and set out for the New World on account of an earthquake in A.D. 1755. |