" To-day has been a blessed day with plenty of work, with the delicious caress of the south-west wind, with gleams of sunshine at times,
with the bird singing the hope of spring and, in the garden, my wife planting little pine trees, pledges to the promise of spring.
Abroad, too, Europe and Asia thrill to the capture of Benghazi.
Indeed, it must be that the whole world turns from her troubled nightmare to watch the bright gleam that is the dawn of a happier age. "
with the bird singing the hope of spring and, in the garden, my wife planting little pine trees, pledges to the promise of spring.
Abroad, too, Europe and Asia thrill to the capture of Benghazi.
Indeed, it must be that the whole world turns from her troubled nightmare to watch the bright gleam that is the dawn of a happier age. "
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" Still the snow prevails and the winter is cold; and the patches of hard ice shine beneath the midday sun.
Day follows day with cloud or cold or rain, but each day lengthens and lightens.
Now in the dawn can be heard some brave birds singing, some bird that has faith in the coming of spring, though it appears not yet,
Yes, indeed, everyday our hearts beat faster with hope as we travel towards the spring, as the Great Darkness rolls away behind us, as some thunder-cloud o’erpassed.
In other spheres, too, hope brightens at this time.
The dark winter of Injustice seems now at point to depart from the earth, long burdened by its oppression. "
W. B. Bashyr Pickard
31 JULY 1889 - 25 JANUARY 1973
Day follows day with cloud or cold or rain, but each day lengthens and lightens.
Now in the dawn can be heard some brave birds singing, some bird that has faith in the coming of spring, though it appears not yet,
Yes, indeed, everyday our hearts beat faster with hope as we travel towards the spring, as the Great Darkness rolls away behind us, as some thunder-cloud o’erpassed.
In other spheres, too, hope brightens at this time.
The dark winter of Injustice seems now at point to depart from the earth, long burdened by its oppression. "
W. B. Bashyr Pickard
31 JULY 1889 - 25 JANUARY 1973