R0624-8 Poem: Heirs Of Immortal Crowns Divine

::R0624 : page 8::

“What poor despised company
Of travelers are these,
Who walk in yonder narrow way,
Along the rugged maze?”

“Ah, these are of a royal line,
All children of a king,
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,
And lo, for joy they sing!”