By Master Hector of the Black Height
From the first to be
called to the last to be seen;
From a King to a
Prince, to a King and a Queen.
From the cold days
before, through the reigns in-between,
To the last and the
first; in our hearts evergreen.
From the last to the
first, to the first from the last;
There was bitterness
once -- but the dark days are past.
In the hard days found
friends; such good friends are made fast:
To the hand of the
first from the heart of the last.
Let the last days
shine bright; let our Princess shine forth
As the fire in our
hearts, as the Star of the North.
Hers the line that has
blazed and has guided us forth
To the gift of the
South and the hope of the North.
And today we recall
the cold winters gone by;
Here we gather in
hope, for true hope cannot lie.
Gladly bid dawn hello,
and yet, ere sweet good-bye
Let one last torch-lit
night to the North Star swift fly.
From the first to the
last, to the last and their son;
From the South to the
North here great days are begun
For much more than a
crown in a tourney is won;
To the first and the
last -- thus is destiny done.(copyright Arthur McLean 1991-2000)
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