  
White Heather -
a poem written by the chief
Pictured: The Chief and Madame Farquharson
at the Clan Cairn in August 2004
Truly, it is a great reward
to me and an encouragement that our UK Clan Society is
now well established and flourishing.
We are living in difficult
times. Let us stand together in friendship and good will,
our ancient clan spirit will
meet and surely overcome whatever challenges we are called
upon to face.
Your valued individual support
is essential to our combined efforts, so please continue
to give it.
“White Heather”
Though fame crown thistle Scotland’s guardian king,
Fame equals crowns as consort queen her ling.
Resplendent queen of Caledonia’s heath,
To whom cool northern wind gives lively breath,
Whose august sovereignty holds purple reign
With undisputed sway, let none disdain
The bridal gown of white so palely chaste
Which this thy sister wears midst moorland waste.
Sister thy purity the more confounds
Contrasted with the glory which surrounds,
But yields to him who seeks its due employ
The precious gifts of beauty, peace & joy.
One further gift thy purity bestows
For, veiled of mists and robed of virgin snows,
Its bloom shall ever smile good fortune’s bride,
Companion on the way whate’er betide.
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