Blipping things are harder to write than they look, you know? And there's no bloody rhyme for 'Atlantia' - no really good ones, at least. Grumble, grumble, groan...
(Text below)
Quatrain:
A Hymn for Tourneys
To God
on High we make our plea:
Protect
our land beside the sea.
For end
of day will with it bring
The
triumph of our future king.
So guide
his steps for us, O Lord,
Make of
his name a goodly word
That
stands for truth, let him not yield;
And make
him thus our kingdom's shield.
Give
unto him a touch of Grace,
So that
he may, here in this place
Reflect
the Light that will not fade;
And make
him thus our kingdom's blade.
Great
God on High, whom we adore,
Protect
our prince, we do implore;
And
bless and keep our kingdom, too
Until
You make all things anew.
Yes, but to what melody is it set?
(Myself, my brain insists on modifying "Ghost Riders in the Sky" to fit the meter...")
Posted by: Chris Anthony | May 07, 2005 at 06:44 AM
"Yes, but to what melody is it set?"
The melody of "Whatever works"; ie, don't know, don't much care. :)
Posted by: Moe Lane | May 07, 2005 at 07:40 AM