The following poem by Alice Elliot appears full-page opposite this photograph by Nichol Elliot, In the Marchland Towards Hungary:

The Wayside Trees.

MARK, where the road turns, how the wayside trees
Define the graceful bend in group and line,
And lift against the sky their foliaged sign
Of changing course: ⎯fresh angle to the breeze ⎯
New play of light and shade on all one sees, ⎯
An altered trend, to brighten or confine, ⎯
Horizon glimpses, ⎯other, dim ⎯divine ⎯
Of such, the leafy heralding are these.

Ye wayside whisperers on the soul’s advance, ⎯
Desires, new expectations, dream and hope,
Ye pow’rs betokening still ife’s mightier scope,
That warn of change and every change enhance,
Behold, ye rise! and swift our souls respond;
“On, on! What lies beyond? What lies beyond?”