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!

Evangeline Beach

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.

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