ARNOLD, ROBERT S. Let love a-bide; four part harmony.

"Those stay not long above ground that bide here.

For love and lordship bide no paragone.

It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang, A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang 'My Minnie bad me bide at hame until I won my wings; I show her soon my soul's aboon the warks o' creeping things.'

And splendours all unspoken bide Within the ken of spirit's eye; And many a glory saileth by, Borne on the Godhead's living tide.