Royalty you are as child of God,
In His image made, fair, bright and free,
And with gifts and talents well bestowed
To enhance your gift of Royalty.
When the stormy gales hit and the squall
Beat you up don't run away and flee,
But withstand the squalls, stand high and tall.
Royalty disdains to run or duck
As too much beneath its dignity
It rejects the cheapness of 'Good Luck'
As too banal for true royalty,
It resists the foe and fiendish lure
To escape to mediocrity;
Royal art thou friend and thus
E N D U R E !
(the last line was the 'de facto' counsel of Sir Alfred Tennyson given to a much beleaguered Queen.)