Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich

Without Question It May Be Said Of Vancouver That Her Position, Geographically, Is Imperial To A Degree, That Her Possibilities Are Enormous, And That With But A Feeble Stretch Of The Imagination Those Possibilities Might Wisely Be Deemed Certainties.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

The Best Thing In The World [is] A Strong House Held In Serenity Where Man And Wife Agree.