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The Return of the Mountian-King
The King of carven stone
The King of silver fountains
Shall come unto his own!
His crown shall be up-holden,
His harp shall be re-strung,
His hall shall echo golden
To songs of yore re-sung.
The woods shall wave on mountains
And grass beneath the sun;
His wealth shall flow in fountains
And the rivers golden run.
The streams shall run in gladness
The lakes shall shine and burn,
All sorrow fail, and sadness,
At the Mountain-King's return!