Scot prayer
I will wash my face
In the nine rays of the sun
As Mary washed her Son
In the rich fermented milk
Love be in my countenance,
Benevolence in my mind,
Dew of honey in my tongue,
My breath as the incense
Black is yonder town,
Black are those therein,
I am the white swan,
Queen above them.
I will travel in the name of God,
In likeness of deer, in likeness of horse,
In likeness of serpent, in likeness of King
Stronger will it be with me than with all persons
Rebecca's poem
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