Winter Morning on the Dykes
Lucy Maude Montgomery: Above the Marge of Night a Star Still Shines
Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.
Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!
Mikmaq The legend of Kluskap From Rand 1894 Rev Silas Tertius
Before going further up the bay, [Kluskap] now crossed over to Utkoguncheech [Tkoqngi’j]: Cape Blomidon: There he arrayed his aged female companion, decked her with beautiful beads and strings of wampum, making her young, active and beautiful, and for her sake, making all those beautiful minerals for which the “hoary cape” has been so long celebrated.