She bestows her gifts with a generous hand;
Pausing not for toil and pain for those she keeps silent
Chronicler, wrangler
Weary not through the heat of summer as she serves all ,
Weary not through the cold spring rain as she sings;
But wait till the autumn comes
For the sheaves of golden grain sifted tirelessly for she lives as a warden.
Scatters the seed, and asks not for recognition
So we are moved to do this, We, the East, choose to recognize her this day. We Ivan and Mathilde, Tzar and Tazrina do induct Juliote de Castlenou D’arry into the Order of the Silver wheel on October 28, Anno Sociotatis 52 at The Harvest Festival
A Bardic Journey
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 