From  Non Semper Imbres by James Logie Robertson,

set to music by Sue Casson

 

It's no aye rainin' on the misty Achils,

It's no aye white wi' winter on Nigour ;

The winds are no' sae mony sorrowin' Rachels,

That grieve, and o' their grief will no' gie owre.

 

Non Semper Imbres

 

Comes round a time, comes round at last tho' creepin',

And green and glad again stand bush an' tree ;

E'en tender flowers, just thro' the young gress peepin'

Rise in their weakness, and owre-rin the lea.

 

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

 

Thus Nature sorrows, and forgets her sorrow ;

And Reason soberly approves her way :

Why should we shut our eyes against to-morrow

Because our sky was clouded yesterday?

 

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

Natura non contristatur

 

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

"Memory is a highly selective instrument.

Looking back, the years of manhood present themselves in a kind of opaque mist……in which certain events stand out clearly, in much the same manner that the sun picks out individual landmarks on a fitful summer day."

"The light plays clearly on my Edinburgh childhood. The cobbled, dimly lit alleyways of the old town, the symmetrical splendour of the great streets, the aloof and enthralling majesty of the Castle."

 

DAVID MAXWELL FYFE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"To the imagination of my boyhood the countryside … had a magic of its own.

I shall never forget the joy of walking over the heather, finding a place to bathe and later pulling a heavy boat in half a gale on Loch Shin and watching its length fade into the hills or further west seeing the mass of Ben Mohr Assynt climb into the clouds."

 

 

DAVID MAXWELL FYFE

"Norman Birkett went to immense trouble to get me a copy of "The Northern Muse" a selection of Scottish poetry made by John Buchan.  

 

Incidentally he put in it an inscription of which I am very proud. “From his friend Norman Birkett. To commemorate days at Nuremberg and some superb examples of the great art of Cross-Examination.”

 

Why I really mentioned it (I swear - you believe me - thousands wouldn't) is for Norman's favourite poem which rather expresses our mood just now:-

 

DAVID MAXWELL FYFE