Save the Fraser-Hickson Library

Elegy for the Fraser-Hickson Library

by Malcolm Mazumdar

Sweet Lady of Kensington Avenue, Old you may be, you have served so many so well, To NDG sons and daughters you have been so true, O, may they remember now, may they live to tell...

And then in the papers but briefly when Wednesday dawned, And some suit on the mute radio bid a casual goodbye, But the children of nobody said that your loss would be mourned, Sweet Lady of Kensington; too old to die...

True be the scholar who learned at your nurturing breast, Bless'd be each writer you spoke for who will now speak for you, And well may you pass each ungrateful political test, Sweet Lady of Kensington Avenue...

And, Fraser-Hickson, I know that they say you're over the hill, And would that your caring heartbeat never be still'd...


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