THE KING'S TOUCH
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"'Tis the King, the King, who will know it all.
His eye will discover the wound concealed;
He will bend to hear me before I call.
Whom the King touches shall be healed!"
His eye will discover the wound concealed;
He will bend to hear me before I call.
Whom the King touches shall be healed!"
Was the maiden cured? Ah, none can tell!
She was dust and ashes long ago,
With the proud young king and his leech as well,
And the smiling courtiers, row on row.
She was dust and ashes long ago,
With the proud young king and his leech as well,
And the smiling courtiers, row on row.
But whether the dawn in the east be red,
Or whether the stars bloom out afield,
This truth remaineth, tho' myths lie dead:
"Whom the King touches shall be healed!"
Or whether the stars bloom out afield,
This truth remaineth, tho' myths lie dead:
"Whom the King touches shall be healed!"
