A King Deposed by Will H. Ogilvie

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Jul 14, 1904

A King Deposed

By Will H. Ogilvie

He sat in the darkness weeping, By the gates of his empire, closed, A ruler stripped of his purple, A king from his realm deposed.

They passed him, going to worship; And, wistful, behind he crept; And coldly they bade him be silent Because that the new king slept.

They lifted him up to the cradle, Their fingers laid on their lips, And he touched one baby dimple With his own little finger-tips.

Then they set him down in the nursery, A wan little lovelorn heap; And he lay with his child's heart breaking, Sob-sobbing himself to sleep.

— Will H. Ogilvie.