1. Ever Morning
He walks upon far-distant lands
Beyond the reach of mortal sight;
Beyond the reach of mortal hands,
ashore on silver sands.
He scorns the iciness of tombs;
He laughs away the shroud of mourning.
Upon his breast the White Tree blooms;
Upon his breast are blossoms turning,
and the white stars burning.
His sword, his shield, his Horn—stand whole,
Although no danger stirs them there;
Unburdened stands the mighty soul,
Unbowed by either age or care:
The ever-morning breezes fair
keep safe the Steward’s Heir.
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