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Frith is a laugh filled hall

Frith is a lovers sultry call

Frith is a fiddlers bow

On a string that gently stirs the soul

Frith is a field, green and bright

Frith is an eagles nimble flight

Frith is the sun pouring light

And stars that peirce a frozen night

Frith, a walk in an ancient place

Frith is natures unyeilding grace

Frith lies in eddies, swirling slow

In rivers bright with Sunni's glow

Frith is a heathen childs smile

Frith is the gold from honey wild

Frith is a quiet time alone

And a time when kinfolk fill the home

Frith is a fire bright and warm

Frith is the silence after storms

Frith is gentle, yet undetered

And comes as softly as a whispered word