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Nae Day Sae Dark
Nae day sae dark; nae wud sae bare;
Nae grund sae stour wi' stane;
But licht come through; a sang is there;
A glint o' grass is green.
Wha has na thol'd his thorter'd hours
And kent, whan they were by,
The tenderness o' life that fleurs
Rock fast in misery?
William Souter
1941
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