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I.

Mirry | Marga|ret As mid|somer flower, Gen|tyll as fau|coun Or hauke | of the tower-- With sol|ace and glad|ness, Much mirth | and no mad|ness, All good | and no bad|ness:-- So joy|ously, So maid|enly, So wom|anly. Her de|menyng In ev|ery thyng Far far | passyng That I | can indite Or suffyce | to write.

(_Crown of Laurel._)