I Have A King Who Does Not Speak; So, Wondering, Thro' The Hours Meek I Trudge The Day Away,-- Half Glad When It Is Night And Sleep, If, Haply, Thro' A Dream To Peep In Parlors Shut By Day. And If I Do, When Morning Comes, It Is As If A Hundred Drums Did Round My Pillow Roll, And Shouts Fill All My Childish Sky, And Bells Keep Saying 'Victory' From Steeples In My Soul! And If I Don't, The Little Bird Within The Orchard Is Not Heard, And I Omit To Pray, 'Father, Thy Will Be Done' To-Day, For My Will Goes The Other Way, And It Were Perjury!