| The Wiccan Redes |
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| Bide the Wiccan Redes ye must, |
| In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust; |
| Live ye must and let to live, |
| Fairly take and fairly give; |
| Form the Circle thrice about, |
| To keep unwelcome spirits out; |
| Bind fast the spell every time, |
| Let the words be spoke in rhyme. |
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| Soft of eye and light of touch, |
| Speak ye little, listen much; |
| Deosil go by waxing moon, |
| Sing and dance the Witches' Rune; |
| Widdershins go by waning moon, |
| Chant ye then a baleful tune; |
| When the Lady's moon is new, |
| Kiss hand to her times two; |
| When the moon rides at peak, |
| Heart's desire then ye seek. |
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| Heed the North wind's mighty gale, |
| Lock the door & trim the sail; |
| When the wind comes from the South, |
| Love will kiss them on the mouth; |
| When the wind blows from the West, |
| departed souls have no rest; |
| When the wind blows from the East, |
| Expect the new and set the feast. |
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| Nine woods in the cauldron go, |
| Burn them quick, burn them slow; |
| Elder be the Lady's tree, |
| Burn it not or curs'd ye'll be; |
| When the wind begins to turn, |
| Soon Beltane fires will burn; |
| When the wheel has turned to Yule, |
| light the log, the Horned One rules. |
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| Heed the flower, bush or tree |
| By the Lady blessed be' |
| When the rippling waters flow |
| cast a stone - the truth you'll know; |
| When ye have & hold a need, |
| Hearken not to others' greed; |
| With a fool no seasons spend, |
| Or be counted as his friend. |
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| Merry meet and merry part |
| Bright the cheeks, warm the heart; |
| Mind the threefold law ye should, |
| Three times bad and three times good; |
| Whene'er misfortune is enow, |
| Wear the star upon your brow; |
| True in troth ever ye be |
| Lest thy love prove false to thee. |
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| 'Tis by the sun that life be won, |
| And by the moon that change be done; |
| If ye would clear the path to will, |
| Make certain the mind be still; |
| What good be tools without Inner Light? |
| What good be magic without wisdom-sight? |
| Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill - |
| An it harm none, do what ye will. |
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