She is the second mother of the Thin White Queen

And sits in the white of her glorious majesty seen

Her loving heart has passed to every heart sobriety

And her generous hand waits for greatest piety.

The house of glory is not mean or small

But filled with all her treasures big and tall

The Sorns will grace her everlasting gardens

Where the roses grow and forget-me-nots sin pardons.

Lovingly she tend the garden fair and wide

No earthly power can her kindness chide

Effortless grace bestows all her deeds

And her family honours all her creeds.

Ophelia is her name and petals grace her frame

The pretty face and snow-white hair – her mane

Will drive her on apace to her heavenly home

Where the Loving King awaits…