The wisps of cloud hung before the hills
like smoke, and the trees in Sherbroke forest filled
the sky with their branches, so that when the wind blew
the sound left all subdued.
After a day among them hiking,
the young men passed through a village whose cosy fires
reminded them of them of home, and saddened , they entered their abode;
inside, they sang a hymn “We adore you, hidden God…”
the fervor and comradeship rallied them; they were not alone.
They looked to the future with good hope,
the faith of the young which carries forth the world.

Reg Naulty