The Enchanted Traveller
In Chapter 2, 7 of Mistress Pat, Pat and Suzanne Kirk are rained in in North Glen. Pat conjures up a breakfast from items and utensils scavenged around the house and car.
“You’re a born home-maker, Pat. This awful place actually looks quite homey and pleasant. I never thought a pickle jar bouquet could be so charming. And I’m hungry . . . I’m positively starving. Let’s eat. Our first meal together . . . our first breaking of bread. I like that phrase . . . breaking bread together . . . don’t you? Who is it speaks of ‘bread of friendship’?”
“Carman,” said Pat, dishing up her bacon.
The Enchanted Traveller
Bliss Carman
We travelled empty-handed
With hearts all fear above,
For we ate the bread of friendship,
We drank the wine of love.
Through many a wondrous autumn,
Through many a magic spring.
We hailed the scarlet banners,
We heard the blue-bird sing.
We looked on life and nature
With eager eyes of youth,
And all we asked or cared for
Was beauty, joy, and truth.
We found no other wisdom,
We learned no other way,
Than the gladness of the morning,
The glory of the day.
So all our earthly treasure
Shall go with us, my dears,
Aboard the Shadow Liner,
Across the sea of years.
Source
Canadian Poetry Archive, http://www.lac-bac.gc.ca/canvers-bin/entry?clctn_nbr=1&entry_nbr=934&l=0&page_rows=10
