I can imagine my father’s delight in reading Manley’s 
     
     “Pied Beauty” which in poetry speaks of the beauty of the 
     
     natural world : 
     
    

    
     Glory be to God for dappled things - 
     
    

    
     For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; 
     
    

    
     For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; 
     
    

    
     Fresh- firecoal chestnut-falls; finches wings ; 
     
    

    
     Landscapes plotted and pierced - fold, fallow, and plough; 
     
    

    
     And all trades, their gear tackle and trim. 
     
    

    
     Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) 
     
    

    
     With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; 
     
    

    
     He fathers- forth whose beauty is past change: 
     
    

    
     Praise Him. 
     
    
   
   
    
     My father died on December 2nd, 1957, 
     
     My mother on October 5*, 1984, 
     
     My brother, Father Clare, on February 7th, 1994. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Requiem aetemam Dona eis. Domine 
     
    
   
   
    
     Ernest Macdonald 
     
    
   
   
    
     December 10th, 2002. 
     
     110' years ago, this date 
     
     my father was born. 
     
    
   
   
    
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