royal birth Who is riding away from the Courts of earth, Riding away from the world’s unrest To a mystical goal, on a secret quest. p. vi Though in royal splendour she drives through town, Her robes are simple, she wears no crown: And yet she wears one, for widowed no more, She is crowned with the love that has gone before, And crowned with the love she has left behind In the hidden depths of each mourner’s mind. Bow low your heads—lift your hearts on high— The Queen in silence is driving by! p. viiCONTENTS p. vii PAGE PAGE The Englishman 1 1 Canada 3 3 The Call 5 5 Coronation Poem and Prayer 7
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