Who is Theodore Harding Rand

Theodore Harding Rand (8 February 1835 – 29 May 1900) was a Canadian educator and poet.

Early life

He was born 8 February 1835 in Canard, Nova Scotia, to Thomas Woodworth Rand, deacon of First Cornwallis Baptist Church, and Eliza Irene Barnaby. A Baptist, Rand attended Acadia College in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, which had been founded by the Baptist community in 1838. Rand graduated from Acadia College in 1860.

Career

Upon graduation, Rand became Professor of Classics at the Provincial Normal School in Truro, Nova Scotia. Working at a normal school, which was charged with training future teachers, Rand soon developed an interest in education policy. He became interested in the common school movement and travelled to Great Britain and the Un...
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  • Ay Me!
    Silent, with hands crost meekly on his breast,
    Long time, with keen and meditative eye,
    Stood the old painter of Siena by
    A canvas, whose sign manual him confest. ...
  • The Whitethroat
    Shy bird of the silver arrows of song,
    That cleave our Northern air so clear,
    Thy notes prolong, prolong,
    I listen, I hear: ...
  • At The Ford
    I.

    A death-like dew was falling
    On the herbs and the grassy ground; ...
  • The Years
    "Time in advance behind him hides his wings." - YOUNG.


    As comes amain the glossy flying raven, ...
  • Song-waves
    O soul, that art essential change,
    Bickering beams, a flutter strange,
    Lightning of thought and gust of passion,
    A silver thread in this mountain range; ...
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