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And men say this dream came true,

For he walking in the dew

Turned aside while yet was red

On the highest mountain head,

Looking how the wheat he set

Flourished. And the knights him met

And him prayed‘ Come again,

Sigismund our king, and reign.’

But at first — at first they tell

How it liked not Malva well;

She must leave her belted bees

And the kids that she did rear.

When she thought on it full dear

Seemed her home. It did not please

Sigismund that he must go

From the wheat that he did sow;

When he thought on it his mind

Was not that should any bind

Into sheaves that wheat but he,

Only he; and yet they went,

And it may be were content.

And they won a nation's heart;

Very well they played their part.

They ruled with sceptre and diadem,

And their children after them.