and The Shining Scroll
and Christina Eriksson asked Mary Beth Cavert to edit a newsletter for the L.M. Montgomery Literary Society in February 1992
and they chose to name it The Shining Scroll, after a line in the poem The Fringed Gentian that
inspired Montgomery to persevere in her dream of becoming a successful writer. The Shining Scroll provides special
articles and original research by the Society’s members, summarizes the society’s activities, announces newly
published books and events related to Montgomery, and news from PEI. Reference copies (and digital copies) of The Shining
Scroll are located in the Montgomery Collections at the University of Prince Edward Island Robertson Library and the
Montgomery Archival Collections at Guelph University in Ontario. Archives of The Shining Scroll will be available
online in the future at Montgomery research sites. A list of all articles from the newsletters is on The Shining Scroll Index Page.
Carol Gaboury, a member of our literary society until
her death in 1998, identified (in the Winter 1989 issue of Kindred Spirits Newsletter of Vermont) this information
about the poem, The Fringed Gentian:
It was published in Godey's Lady's Book in
March 1884 as part of a continued story called Tam, the Story of a Woman by Ella Rodman Church and Augusta De Bubna. Montgomery used the words "Alpine Path" from this
poem as the title to her autobiography, published in Everywoman's World (1917). Read more about The Alpine Path on our biography page. See the orginal clipping that she
placed in her scrapbook HERE.
Lift up thy dewy, fringed eyes,
O little Alpine Flower!
The tear that trembling on them lies
Has sympathetic power
To move my own; for I, too, dream
With thee of distant heights,
Whose lofty peaks are all agleam
With rosy, dazzling lights.
Where aspirations, hopes, desires,
Combining, fondly dwell --
Where burn the never-dying fires
Of genius' wondrous spell.
Such towering summits would I reach,
Who climb and grope in vain;
O little flower! the secret teach --
The weary way make plain.
Who dreams of wider spheres revealed
Up higher, near the sky,
Within the valley's narrow field
Cannot contented lie;
Who longs for mountain breezes rare,
Is restless down below --
Like me, for stronger, purer air
Thou pinest, too, I know.