Dear friend, remember we are not afraid;
Though grief is ours, and hunger, humbled pride,
We are not lost or scattered or dismayed;
We are not beaten- we are occupied.
Remember how our winters endless seemed
Those bitter months of twilight steeped in cold
And then they passed; the midnight sunshine streamed
Across the fjords and tipped the firs with gold.
Of this storm-ridden season, these dark days,
It shall be written in our history
How cherished faith and quiet, ordered ways
Were not abandoned in catastrophe,
How this ordeal but quickened and brought forth
The patient, stubborn courage of the north!
MARGOT MANSEAU.
Though grief is ours, and hunger, humbled pride,
We are not lost or scattered or dismayed;
We are not beaten- we are occupied.
Remember how our winters endless seemed
Those bitter months of twilight steeped in cold
And then they passed; the midnight sunshine streamed
Across the fjords and tipped the firs with gold.
Of this storm-ridden season, these dark days,
It shall be written in our history
How cherished faith and quiet, ordered ways
Were not abandoned in catastrophe,
How this ordeal but quickened and brought forth
The patient, stubborn courage of the north!
MARGOT MANSEAU.
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