May destiny, allotting what befalls,
Grant to the newly born this saving grace,
A guard more sure than ships and fortress walls,
The loyal love and service of a race,
Thus did Poet Laureate John Masefield, like an old mastiff stretched out by the fire and too tired to do more than thump his tail, welcome the royal newcomer. There were livelier greetings. Britons everywhere toasted the royal couple. In Tokyo, the British embassy gave a luncheon for 500 to celebrate the prince's birth. In Sydney, Australia, a streetcar motorman chalked "It's a boy" in huge white letters along the sides...