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date: 1916-03-12
names-on-the-page: Mr. A. Douglas, The Family, Patience
transcription: Sunday Afternoon, March 12, 1916
Mr. A. Douglas, The Family.
Patience began on Mr. Douglas at once.
Patience: "Lawk ye, he ahere doth for to set him asobered much. Yea, and 'neath the skull's cap o' him be a merry much. Yes, Earth doth look unto the sobered cheek o' him and the thin lip thay sheweth nay o' a smile, and waggeth lo, he be a sage. Yea, and yet he doth for to hide such an merry that man knoweth not o'. And yet this be the comforter o' the heart o' him.
"There be amuch that I set me o'. What wouldst thee man, song or yet the tales? Wouldst thee for to weep, or tickle o' this merry o' me?"
We explained this to Mr. Douglas and he asked for the Merry Tale. She said:
"Fetch ye o' the yarn," and wrote about 300 words of it.
Patience: "'Tis a merry putted I be! Yes, and lawk! He looketh unto this and speaketh that he loveth not the come Ahere. Lor', brother, thee'rt atwist. Thy land be a piddle put to Here. Ye art at the pluck o' crumb and at the throw awither o' the whole loaf!
"I do for to know o' thee. Thee needst may for to dream 'tis nay so.
"He be at the take o' more and at crave o' song. Yea and yet shall I to put."
So she sand this song of Scotland, Mr. Douglas' native land:
-Memories of Scotland-
Far hills, sunk amid the blue. Where purpled lochs sink 'mid the greened fields, Where tree's-tops sway and sheep's men Walk them, down the twined paths. Where for, the tinkle-bell o' kirk Asoundeth at the eve, And bonnie smiled shed 'pon the every day. Lo, there ever doth the heart return, Yea, bounded 'bout by heather sheaf.
Like them unto the dreams, That come at twi-hour's creep,
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date: 1916-03-12
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transcription: March 12, 1916 - Page 2
This vision sheweth me the shore's aloved, Sink, yea sunken from the view, And yet after, afar 'tis sunk Athin this heart, The land sae dear! Yea and at the twi-hour's come Lo, the flashed smile o' heiland's folk Flasheth o'er the wastes, And telleth me o' there.
"See, 'tis ever unto the heart a maid doth float, 'pon tear!
"Ye see, man, 'tis he who hath known o' fulled love that knoweth well the heart o' empty.
"Yes and yet I say me I know o' thee! Yea man, e'en as thy lips put that thou art loth at thy come, lo, I say me 'tis thy handmaid that knoweth thy lips speak folly; for like unto a mighty oak that reacheth o' its branch up unto the skies when the lights flash layeth it lo, e'en so shalt thou to be. Yes, astand at the fall amighty!
"See, I be aprate o' sorries. Nay, the day showeth bright, and athin thy hours shall the weavings of the store thou hast filled it up o', set thy days ever sweeted.
"Now, wouldst thee that I set the woes o' others?"
And she wrote about 300 words of Panda.
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