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VI.
Qjjhat throw themirry fowls faff: Harmony
Quhat throw the Rivers Sound that ran me by s
On Floras Weid I flepit quhair I lay,
iQuhair fune into my dreimand Fantify,
I Jaw approche agane the Orient Sky,
' Ane Schip on fail as blofome on the Spray,
With Maft of Gold, bricht as the Stern oFDay,
Qiihilk tendit to the Land full luftejy,
With fwirteil Motion throu a Cryftal Bay,
VII.
And hard on Burd unto the blumit MdJ^ ]
Amangs the Grene Rifpies and the Reids,
Aryvit fcho quheirfrae annon thair Lands,
Ane hundreth Ladeis luftie intill Weids,
Als frelh as Flours that in the May upfpreids, .
In Kirtilis grene, withoutcn Kell or Bands,
Thair (hynand Hair hang glireerand on theStrand
In Trefis cleir wypit with golciin Threids,
With Pawps quhyte, and Middiils fmall as Wands.
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