5 7 8 Vignette... Groweth sed and bloweth med Through fragrant meads the crystal streamlets glide While jubilant along thy verdant glades The purpour heaven, ourscaillet in silver sloppis, 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.. SIR JOHN GILBERT, A.R.A.... BIRKET FOSTER.. BIRKET FOSTER... BIRKET FOSTER... E. M. WIMPERIS ΙΟ 12 17 20 21 Of every moneth in the year, 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, He had one only daughter and no mo, -Hills and valleys, dale and field, 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 23 25 |