Article June 30, 1951 Issue

MOMENTS OF QUIETUDE

BETTY ROBERTSON

Have you ever wished that you might suddenly be transported to some quiet, peaceful haven, perhaps beside a rippling river or on a mountaintop? Are you yearning for a respite from the humdrum of daily routine, reiterating the familiar words of the poet:

Oh for a lodge in some vast wildness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more."