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RELEASE (In Memory of Ethelwyn Wetherald)
[Welland Tribune March 12, 1940]
The homestead trees are black tonight
Against the winter sky,
And all the happy, eager earth
Has blossomed but to die.
My heart was ever one to sing
With shining field and wood;
The blind and cruel and bitter way
It never understood.
But still above the evergreens
I see the stars burn bright;
And there once more my soul mounts up
Where it is always light.
-Fisher Davidson
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