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'
Welcome
,
O
King
!
as
much
as
hearts
can
think
;
Welcome
,
again
,
as
much
as
tongue
can
tell
,
--
Welcome
to
joyous
tongues
,
and
hearts
that
will
not
shrink
:
God
thee
preserve
,
we
pray
,
and
wish
thee
ever
well
.
'
The
people
burst
forth
in
a
glad
shout
,
repeating
with
one
voice
what
the
child
had
said
.
Tom
Canty
gazed
abroad
over
the
surging
sea
of
eager
faces
,
and
his
heart
swelled
with
exultation
;
and
he
felt
that
the
one
thing
worth
living
for
in
this
world
was
to
be
a
king
,
and
a
nation
's
idol
.
Presently
he
caught
sight
,
at
a
distance
,
of
a
couple
of
his
ragged
Offal
Court
comrades
--
one
of
them
the
lord
high
admiral
in
his
late
mimic
court
,
the
other
the
first
lord
of
the
bedchamber
in
the
same
pretentious
fiction
;
and
his
pride
swelled
higher
than
ever
.
Oh
,
if
they
could
only
recognise
him
now
!
What
unspeakable
glory
it
would
be
,
if
they
could
recognise
him
,
and
realise
that
the
derided
mock
king
of
the
slums
and
back
alleys
was
become
a
real
King
,
with
illustrious
dukes
and
princes
for
his
humble
menials
,
and
the
English
world
at
his
feet
!
But
he
had
to
deny
himself
,
and
choke
down
his
desire
,
for
such
a
recognition
might
cost
more
than
it
would
come
to
:
so
he
turned
away
his
head
,
and
left
the
two
soiled
lads
to
go
on
with
their
shoutings
and
glad
adulations
,
unsuspicious
of
whom
it
was
they
were
lavishing
them
upon
.
Every
now
and
then
rose
the
cry
,
"
A
largess
!
a
largess
!
"
and
Tom
responded
by
scattering
a
handful
of
bright
new
coins
abroad
for
the
multitude
to
scramble
for
.
The
chronicler
says
,
'
At
the
upper
end
of
Gracechurch
Street
,
before
the
sign
of
the
Eagle
,
the
city
had
erected
a
gorgeous
arch
,
beneath
which
was
a
stage
,
which
stretched
from
one
side
of
the
street
to
the
other
.
This
was
an
historical
pageant
,
representing
the
King
's
immediate
progenitors
.
There
sat
Elizabeth
of
York
in
the
midst
of
an
immense
white
rose
,
whose
petals
formed
elaborate
furbelows
around
her
;
by
her
side
was
Henry
VII
.
the
hands
of
the
royal
pair
were
locked
together
,
and
the
wedding-ring
ostentatiously
displayed
.
From
the
red
and
white
roses
proceeded
a
stem
,
which
reached
up
to
a
second
stage
,
occupied
by
Henry
VIII
.
,
issuing
from
a
red
and
white
rose
,
with
the
effigy
of
the
new
King
's
mother
,
Jane
Seymour
,
represented
by
his
side
.
One
branch
sprang
from
this
pair
,
which
mounted
to
a
third
stage
,
where
sat
the
effigy
of
Edward
VI
.
himself
,
enthroned
in
royal
majesty
;
and
the
whole
pageant
was
framed
with
wreaths
of
roses
,
red
and
white
.
'
This
quaint
and
gaudy
spectacle
so
wrought
upon
the
rejoicing
people
,
that
their
acclamations
utterly
smothered
the
small
voice
of
the
child
whose
business
it
was
to
explain
the
thing
in
eulogistic
rhymes
.
But
Tom
Canty
was
not
sorry
;
for
this
loyal
uproar
was
sweeter
music
to
him
than
any
poetry
,
no
matter
what
its
quality
might
be
.
Whithersoever
Tom
turned
his
happy
young
face
,
the
people
recognised
the
exactness
of
his
effigy
's
likeness
to
himself
,
the
flesh
and
blood
counterpart
;
and
new
whirlwinds
of
applause
burst
forth
.
