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Vignette...

Groweth sed and bloweth med

Through fragrant meads the crystal streamlets glide

While jubilant along thy verdant glades
At dawn his melody each songster pours
Though lofty towers obscure the cheerful day
For when he westrith, farewell your disport
A noble hart may haiff nane ese,
Na ellys nocht that may him plese,
Gyf freedome failythe

The purpour heaven, ourscaillet in silver sloppis,
O'ergilt the trees, branchis, lef, and barkis

The bank was green, the bruke was full of bremys...

Cease now the passing-bell,

Rong is my doleful knell

In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be

Then Aurora that is so bright,

To woful hearts she casts great light

JOHN LEIGHTON, F.S.A.

BIRKET FOSTER...

BIRKET FOSTER.............

}E. M. WIMPERIS

BIRKET FOSTER..
BIRKET FOSTER...............

SIR JOHN GILBERT, A.R.A....

BIRKET FOSTER.. BIRKET FOSTER...

BIRKET FOSTER...

E. M. WIMPERIS

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Of every moneth in the year,
To mirthful May there is no peer

A hand and arme did meet the sworde,

And flourished three times in the air

Say thou lov'st me while thou live,

I to thee my love will give

The king he cal'd her back againe,
And unto her he gave his chaine

He had one only daughter and no mo,
The which he loved passing well

-Hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains

But time drives flocks from field to fold

-Blessed angels He sends to and fro,

To serve the wicked man, to serve His wicked foe

Fresh Spring! the herald of Love's mighty king

Upon that famous river's farther shore There stood a snowy Swan, of heavenly hue

Sought not to fly, but fearless still did bide

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