My queue has finally dwindled to zero and I thought that now would be appropriate for me to take a short hiatus.
I’ll be back soon, I promise.
Child, into a woman growing
Standing on the brink of life,
Is the stream so easy flowing
That you take no heed of strife?
Dancing, joyous-eyed! Hard sorrow
Cannot then, nor tyrant sway,
Crush your faith in the to-morrow,
That you still can laugh and play.
Faith, unsoiled, that you will vanquish,
Fortifies your breast to-night,
Though your brothers die in anguish
In the thickest of the fight.
Laugh then, though your heart is breaking,
Though the tears fall thick and fast;
So ‘twill be a pleasant waking
When your Faith’s redeemed at last.
To a Young Belgian Girl by Smalley Sarson
(Written at Vlamertinghe, April 1915. To a child of eleven whom we taught to sing “Tipperary.” Three days later the Germans bombarded the village for the first time, and she was killed with all her family whilst they were packing up to evacuate their home.)
Bay Street south from City Hall during street car track laying, October 19, 1911
"Whether we live together in confidence and cohesion; with more faith and pride in ourselves and less self-doubt and hesitation; strong in the conviction that the destiny of Canada is to unite, not divide; sharing in cooperation, not in separation or in conflict; respecting our past and welcoming our future."
Lester B. Pearson