My Sanctuary (c. 1908)
Far in a leaf-loved, summer-circled place
That nature built for worshipers apart,
Where little lights the timid shadows chase
And sudden bird-calls through the silence start,
My sanctuary is; life’s weary mart
Grows dim and distant dreaming on thy face,
Far in a leaf-loved, summer-circled place,
That nature built for worshipers apart.
Thou dwellest there in gentleness and grace,
Who through all change in spirit changeless art;
And I, turned neophite a little space,
Yield reverantly the homage of my heart,
Far in a leaf-loved, summer-circled place
That nature built for worshipers apart.
By Ethelwyn Dithridge Hotaling
From my friend Dan Hermann whose grandmother wrote these lines in 1908
Hello. I came upon this blog researching Ethelwyn Dithridge Hotaling and was excited to read that her grandson is a friend of yours. I am a researcher in Labrador. She spent two summers in this region as a volunteer summer teacher - 1915 at a place called English Point and 1917 at Deep Water Creek. My current project includes a storyboard and webpage about the teachers who volunteered their summers to teach Labrador children with the International Grenfell Mission. I wonder if you could help me contact your friend. I am interested to know if the family has any material related to her time in Labrador. I do hope you will consider my request. Cindy Gibbons
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