Sarah Binks, A Musical Tribute - Library2

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is no mere coincidence that she had been given a bag of Scotch mints, and
bearing down upon one at the moment she was taking her temperature --
cracked the thermometer and swallowed the mercury, a whole tablespoon.
There was no stopping it. Death loves a shining mark; the Fates tied the final
knot in the web -- and in Sarah. What more can be said The year after her
tragic passing, Up From the Magma won the Wheat Pool Medal. Sarah was
acclaimed the Sweet Songstress of Saskatchewan, the Poet's Poetess. Never
again would the Wheat Pool Medal be given for poetry, and it was retired to its
resting place.
MUSIC II:23 “GIVE ME A LINE”
HIEBERT: As if anticipating her own demise, Sarah had polished a poem
suitable for a requiem.
HIEBERT: GIVE ME A LINE TO FLING AT FAME,
THAT DEALS NOT …
SARAH (joining in then continuing alone): …WITH THE WOES OF MAN,
WHOSE TROUBLES OF THE DAY AND DAME
ARE WRIT IN WRINKLES ON HIS PAN;
THAT FURROWED STORY OF HIS TRIALS,
AND CALENDAR OF YEARS ON EARTH,
MAY NOBLE BE - BUT GIVE ME DIALS
THAT SPLIT FROM EAR TO EAR IN MIRTH.
EACH WINTER'S FROSTBITE, AND THE BUG
THAT GREETS THE SPRING, WILL LEAVE ITS MARK,
AS WELL AS SORROW ON THE MUG
OF INFANT, YOUTH, AND PATRIARCH --
BUT ALL THOSE RECORDS OF THIS VALE
OF TIME, AND LIFE'S ENNOBLING GRIEF,
EMBOSSED IN GOTHIC OR IN BRAILLE,
I'D LEAVE TO OTHERS, JUST AS LIEF.
HIEBERT: The Sweet Songstress. Who shall take her place Some day,
from Saskatchewan's ever fertile soil, another genius will inevitably spring.
MUSIC II:24 “THE FINEST FLOWER”
HIEBERT: Until then -- until then, a simple shaft of composition defines her
achievement.
(SINGS)
THE FINEST FLOWER I HAVE KNOWN,
THE RAREST BLOSSOM I HAVE MET,
HAS GONE TO SEED, HER BEAUTY FLOWN,
HER DAY IS DONE, HER SUN IS SET.