The Icelandic Canadian - 01.03.1955, Side 1

SPRING 1955
The
Icelandic
Canadian
O’er the world and the welkin
Though you wander in thought,
With their high-falls and hillsides
All your hope-lands are wrought.
In life’s everness-ocean
Your dear Isle-land abides,
Where the sun knows no setting
On the shimmering tides.
From the Icelandic of Stephan G. Stephansson