On the king’s gate the moss grew gray – The king came not. They call’d him dead – And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father’s stead – Helen Hunt Jackson

On the king's gate the moss grew gray - The king came not. They call'd him dead - And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead - Helen Hunt Jackson
On the king’s gate the moss grew gray – The king came not. They call’d him dead – And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father’s stead – Helen Hunt Jackson

On the king’s gate the moss grew gray – The king came not. They call’d him dead – And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father’s stead – Helen Hunt Jackson

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