The following poem by Alice Elliot appears full-page opposite this photograph by Nichol Elliot, Near Toronto:

The Winter Grove at Sunset.

SEVERE in beauty, aureoled round with space,
Athwart the cloud-bars of an opal west,
The snow-laced trees in sombreness confessed,
In branched and shafted sombreness of grace ⎯
Loom nobly forth, and forms of glamour trace
Against the gleam, ⎯like runes of high behest
On far-off glory writ of deathless quest;
Or throb of requiem-chords in hallowed place.

Across the vast horizon of our hope,
Unfathomed, luminous with truth divine,
The dauntless records of the undying dead
Rise darkly great; and on Time’s upward slope
God blends in one austere and haloed sign
The death they die ⎯the light immortal shed.