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Wee Verse written by Sir Walter Scott:
On Hallowmas Eve, ere ye boune to rest,
Ever beware that your couch be blest;
Sign it with cross and sain it with bread,
Sing the Ave and the Creed.
For on Hallowmas Eve, the Night Hag shall ride
And all her nine-fold sweeping on by Her side,
Whether the wind sing lowly or loud,
Stealing through moonshine or swathed in cloud.
He that dare sit in St. Swithin's Chair,
When the Night Hag wings the troubled air,
Questions three, when he speaks the spell,
He must ask and She must tell.
I give great thanks this season of the Thinning of the Veils, for yer friendship, love and yer mere existence. Have a Wonderful and Soulfully Magic Samhain
~love and hugs Gwen~
Ach Lad...another year older but never a day over 39....lol. 'Tis my wish that you have a magical and memorable Day and that you next year will be filled with much love and happiness!
Hugs Gwen
~Magickal Graphics~
May the Goddess bless you and all your wishes come true on yor special day!
My blessings
~Lady Ks~
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Woo-Hoo HAPPY BIRTHDAY Treasured Friend
Swing by the Pagan Birthday Party group (in PaganSpace’s group section) and let them know today is your birthday.
Happy Birthday ~Nyx DarkSky~
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We share this very special day. Enjoy! BB
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Many blessings
~Lady Ks~
Mysticmoons.ning.com
Just popping in with my latest graphic...Hope you and your lady love are getting all settled in and that you had a sparkling fourth....hugs Gwen
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Summer Sun
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
May the warmth of his golden rays
Spread magic brightly through your days.
In Honour of Alban Hefin (the Summer Solstice/Litha)
Love and Hugs, Gwen
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In your honor I send a simple piper.... Hope that you folks will have a lovely weekend....Gwen
Greetings to you Lord Friday. I've missed you out and about and hope that you and your mate are getting situated in your new home. I found this picture called Highland Warriors, by Christophe Vacher and thought you might enjoy it. Good to have you back on again.
Mar sin leat,
Gwen
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