Heritage

Oh Steward of Gondor, of the ruling house,
You forget your own history -
Lost in time,
Lost beneath the banners and proud lineage,
Lost in the tales of your ancestor's bravery and bejeweled
Tapestries of great names, those
Great names whose faces bear the image
Of your own,
The image of your son, your eldest and your pride.
Do not forget your beginning,
The King who made you what you are.
This land lays in your palm as a trust,
The hands of the people serve
Him,
Through you.
Do not forget, lest you stumble and fall -
Lest your King return one day to his own
To find his own knows him
Not.

- Primula