Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King -Else, wherefore born.
Authority forgets a dying king.
For good ye are and bad, and like to coins, Some true, some light, but every one of you Stamped with the image of the King.
To reverence the King, as if he were; Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honour his own wor.
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race.
Our loyal passion for our temperate kings.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories