Sonnets by the Steward
1. On His Stewardship
On his Stewardship
I hold this Staff for one of greater birth
At thought of this is Arrogance restrained
My banner pure as virgin of true worth,
The utmost sign of Loyalty unstained.
But Lands, like Sons, need Ruler's guiding hands;
Who but great Gondor stems the rising tide
Of Nameless Evil; Shadow's fear withstands?
Not lesser Men in arms and wars untried.
What Steward could refuse to greet his Lord
Should one return to Tower and Tree renew;
The light and line of Elendil restored
By dint of Right and Royal tokens true.
Till then I stand in place of Heir unknown
And mount the Steward's Chair not Kingly Throne.
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