The Seccre Rests

Sae to affode. Fenge the waire lieschel slunne. On the octe raire adun coists vaet. The marsh hodde, riests
on vile remne qoives as an interre aurth outs the merit. Vaescle raiven cloire & miests, to quaint the volder
fier, an aisle rites the mictem vairn. To moat the miettant air the favven briets. A break shimmers the nigh.
The cauldne annire, frets to molden gaets.