Lögberg-Heimskringla - 13.05.1994, Page 5

Lögberg-Heimskringla • Föstudagur 13. maí 1994 • 5
lanklin
Viking spirit, spread your wings,
Spread them wide where justice sings.
Bygone struggles bring no pain,
Blessed now with healing rain.
Oblivion is all we gain,
Eternal sleep without life’s pain.
Brother, we have borne the ache
Of broken health for labour’s sake.
Seen the rising sun entwine
Round silent hopes, both yours and
mine.
We have seen the grass grow green,
Grain on stalks of golden sheen.
Reaped the harvest as it were
Of our labours here and there.
We have seen the kith of kine
Cavorting in bright sunshine.
Lowing hulks’ of bovine broad
Break and tear the greening sod.
Seen the mothers mind their young,
Milk feeding to rear them strong.
Bathe and groom with bristly tongue
Boldly urge them, come along.
Seen their frantic fearful grief
When fate destroyed a new-born leaf.
Understood their aching loss,
As if they were a part of us.
Silent grief in silence born
Sears the hopes of those that mourn.
Viking spirits will not give
To weakness where the urge to live
In self supporting harmony
Is seared and etched eternally.
Winters callous, cold and bleak.
Cannot now your spirit seek.
Rest and peace to pawns of life
Is pleasant after life long strife.
I know you lived to leave your mark
On life and honour’s kindled spark.
Exemplary in all things true,
Were ever sacred laws to you.
Dear brother, deep within my soul
I draw your strength till my bells toll.
Þögull hugur þrekiö lamaö grætur
Þyngjast raunir erjur dagsins viö,
Bróöir vor viö biöjum góörar nætur
Blund í ró meö sæluhvíldar friö.

Lured by the lilting strains of nature
Lightly skipped in tune to the breeze
Here some mammoths of mystic
stature
Mingling with the smaller trees.
Here perhaps some fragrant flowers
Forth emerging after showers
Or perhaps a fluttering fledgling
From his nest so gently edging.
But the joys she found were fleeting
As forth the time of day had sped
Now she heard life’s heartless greeting
From her the joys of life had fled
The bitter pangs of burning hunger
Brought despair and agony wrung her
Relentless realistic terror
Wrought by one small childish error.
Lost and lonely through the forest
Long she wandered from day to day
Drank the cup and drained the sorést
Dregs that any human may.
Cold and clammy nights of weeping
Cramped her body e’en in sleeping
Ah, little heap of huddled sorrow
Has the dawn a brighter morrow?
Will the dawning’s dimpled scions
Dim the years with brighter clime?
Vears for her though only ions
On the faded sands of time
Oh lost and forlorn little child
Locked within the clutching wild
For you there no brighter dawn
While breath and life would Carry on.

.assed away peacefully on
Monday, April 4,1994, in his
Slstyear.
Predeceased by his parents
Odnny Lilliendahl and Jón Ásgeirs-
son who came from Iceland in
1913; his first wife Nellie and
daughter Eilenmae, also his brother
Ásgeir. He will be sadly missed by
his ioving wife ICay (Weale/Hunt)
and titeir children, Joanne (Glenn)
Schick of Markham, Ont., Marilyn
(Allan) Ahoff, Paul (Sharon)
Asgeirson, Twila (John) Thompson
of Edmonton, Alta., Susan Waite,
Gerry (Karen) Hunt and 12 grand-
children. He is survived by his sis-
ters, Edna Borgford, Thora (Ron)
duBois of Stiilwater, Oklahoma,
Joan (Jack) Parr; his brother Paul
(Gladys) of St. Petersburg, Fla. and
many cousins, nieces and nephews
in Iceland and Canada.
George served as an Chief Petty
Officer in the Canadian Navy in the
Second World.War. He had
attaihed his 50th year membership
in Capital Lodge A.F. & A.M.
Prior to his retirement, he was
city as co-founder of Asgeirson’s
Hardware on Sargent Avenue.
George enjoyed art, music and
song, and the fellowship of mem-
bers of various Barbershop’groups.
A memorial service was held at
3:00 p.m. on Friday, April 8 at
Chapei Lawn Funeral Home, 4000
Portage Avenue, with Rev. Murray
Pippy officiating.
The family gratefully acknowl-
edges the cáre and compassion of
the nurses and staff at the
Convalescent Home of Winnipeg
and 3 South, Grace Hospital.
In tribute to George, friends may
wish to donate to a charity of their
Rest ln Peace
Chapel ín The Park
Franklln Johnson, Arborg, Manltoba
Here she spied a sprawling out clearing
Spread beneath the summer skies
Her lagging feet at last were nearing
The land where sweet oblivion lies
Myriad mists of the wild surround her
Mirages on the lakes astound her
Warping thoughts in wivern fears
Her withered cheeks now streaked with
tears.
Plodding in tragedy’s wanton wake
Worn and tattered bruised and sore
On the shore by Long named Lake
She lay to rest forever more
None to hear her plaintive pleading
Passive cries for help entreating
Cold and stolid stoic violence
Stifled all her cries in silence.
Merciful lotus-like lethargy
Limpidly creeping o'er her mind
Lullabies winging from tree to tree
Hertragedies are left all behind
And her little life has fluttered
Long beforé she could have uttered
Thoughts - akin to human harshness
Forever hibernate in darkness.
Fluttered from this world of sorrow
Far into the bright unknown
Where ne’er is seen a misty morrow
Where meek and kindly thoughts are
sown
Into the fragrant fertile lands
The future smiles on distant strands
Where endless love and hope abide
Unhampered by the darkest night.

Frá Borgamesi
Borgarnes is first mentioned in the saga
of the viking poet Egii, who lived there
in the 10th century.
Borgarnes today is a town of 1700
inhabitants. It invites you to hotel
accomodation, regional folk museum,
sports centre, car hire, swimming pool
and golf course in beautiful surroundings.
The town is served by regular bus
services to all parts of lceland.
For information please contact: Borgarnes Marketing Board
Bjarnarbraut 8
310 Borgarnes/lceland
tel.: 354-3-72025, fax.: 354-3-71048