Panjmámo Gede K Nám

He comes! he comes! O see, mother! see!
He comes in his splendid car;
A feather behind his hat has he—
Like an emperor from the war.

O SEE he has taken the feather'd pen,
He has opened an unwrit scroll:
Will he write my name—which again and again,
He has written on his soul?
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