Sunday, 17 November 2013

Zoe of House Marchmount, Award of the Wolf’s Cub, 2013

We sing of a maiden
Known for her wit,
Helping when needed
Who never quits.

Come now before Us
Zoe of Marchmount
Whose gifts to Us
Are too many to count.

Come now before Us
Kneel by the throne,
See the acclaim
That We would have shown.

Come now before Us
Take from Our hand
Award of the Wolf’s Cub
In Ardchreag land

At Fall A&S
On sixteenth November.
From Nigel and Adrielle.
May you always remember.

By THLaird Colyne Stewart, based on “I syng of a mayden”, anonymous, 15th century.

I sing of a maiden
That is matchless,
King of all kings
For her son she chose.

He came as still
Where his mother was
As dew in April
That falls on the grass.

He came as still
To his mother's bower
As dew in April
That falls on the flower.

He came as still
Where his mother lay
As dew in April
That falls on the spray.

Mother and maiden
There was never, ever one but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.


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