The Spike: or, Victoria College Review, June 1928
Fairyland
Fairyland
The gates are open at the dawn
Nor are they closed at night,
That lead me from a world forlorn
To one where all is bright.
And when the world without is cold
With hate and selfish greed,
When hope is hard (how hard!) to hold,
Though hope is most in need,
And when men will not understand
That I am wrought with pain,
I creep into my fairyland
And there take heart again.