From windows, see the golden glow of friendship gleaming out.
Toward the North, into the heights this sentinel was reared:
A lonely task its folk have asked, to shield ’gainst what they feared.
For ages long this tower strong kept back invading foes;
Yet outer guard must find it hard to lighten inner woes.
If war and pain and fear come not into this blessèd land,
’Tis but because its people’s laws have hate and anger bann’d.
As hate and anger, pain and fear may bring the deepest gloom,
So only love can rise above and vanquish that old doom.
Now, in that fight some reach the light, and some to darkness fall;
Perhaps at last, when Time has pass’d, the light will shine on all.
And still the tower on the hill withstands the darkest night;
The stars about help conquer doubt that love and hope are right.
Though high the hill, and cold the wind, and dark the night may seem,
Yet Welcome All, within this hall and friendship’s golden gleam.
September, 1979
(Dedicated to the folk of Caer Anterth, “Castle of the Zenith” or “Stronghold of the Heights” in the Northshield Region, upon their attaining Baronial status. This can be sung to the tune of “Greensleeves” or “Trelawney”.)
C. M. Joserlin, “Raven”
[The Suno AI has also composed and performed a tune for this song.]
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