Her Excellency
There is a power that’s not born in Swords,
Nor which is passed down by Royal decree,
But is a force before which mighty lords
Are swift to obey voluntarily.
The Lady who possesses this command
Wields it with a subtle influence;
The strength of steel made velvet in her hand;
Born of wisdom, and of common sense,
Not to exalt herself, or feed her pride,
But in the service of the common good.
Her kindness is renowned the kingdom wide;
Her merry spirit known, and understood.
The poet dips his pen in humble art
When in the presence of this noble heart
Nor which is passed down by Royal decree,
But is a force before which mighty lords
Are swift to obey voluntarily.
The Lady who possesses this command
Wields it with a subtle influence;
The strength of steel made velvet in her hand;
Born of wisdom, and of common sense,
Not to exalt herself, or feed her pride,
But in the service of the common good.
Her kindness is renowned the kingdom wide;
Her merry spirit known, and understood.
The poet dips his pen in humble art
When in the presence of this noble heart