Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

“There'll Never Be Peace Till Jamie Comes Hame” by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) (written of King James VIII)

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By yon castle wa' at the close of the day, 

I heard a man sing, tho his head it was grey, 

And as he was singing, the tears doon came - 

'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!'

'The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, 

Delusion, oppressions, and murderous wars, 

We dare na weel sayl but we ken wha's to blame 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!

'My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, 

But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; 

It brak the sweet heart o my faithfu auld dame - 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!

'Now life is a burden that bows me down, 

Sin I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; 

But till my last moments my words are the same - 

There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!'

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