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The Abbot Circle 19 2 6 H ong of tf)E $loto Oh, who is so happy as I, as I? — And the lark ' s song, high overhead — I plunge through the moist brown earth That steams in the spring- warm sun, Leaving behind me a furrow smooth, A furrow straight, neat-turned and smooth — Who could be so happy as I, as I? — And the lark ' s song, high overhead — My master with his strong brown hands, His rough blue smock and cheery voice, Calls to the horses — his eyes are on me, But his mind dwells under a thatched roof, A moss-grown, green-hung thatched roof. It is only a week since he took to wife The fairest of rosy-cheeked maids. Oh master! We Have struck a stone — That ' s right — pull slow, Now lift, Now turn, We ' re free! Oh who is so happy as I, as I? — With the lark ' s song high overhead — Edith Bullen 46
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The Abbot Circle 1926 profile, and yet others smile benignly and move unconscious lips. Some stand and gaze intently in one direction, and then, suddenly jerking the head, move as suddenly onward with an expression of intense relief. Here is where each indi- vidual is individual — during the matin salute to Miss Bailey in the dining room. Emily Gage W$t 3nbt£pen£able Who can imagine a recital at Abbot without Charles? Often he appears before the performers themselves do, to give the note for the tuning of the violins behind the scenes. Later he comes in to close the piano; then he reopens it. It seems frequently necessary to exchange the stool for a bench, or vice versa. If a group is to play he carefully brings in chairs and music-racks, and arranges them with absolute precision. The air of naturalness and perfect ease with which he goes through his part of the program is truly remarkable. His amused grin when we applaud him by mistake is most infectious, and makes the time between the numbers go much faster. Margaret Stirling ZEfje Jfrtenblp IXabtator Of all the friendly objects about Abbot, there is none quite so warm and delightful as the hall radiator. Its warmth after the bitter cold of outdoors is soothing; while its magnetic personality draws you to it, and its cosy and cheery heat makes you reluctant to leave its intimacy. What a popular meeting place the radiator is for all! It hears strange and conflicting gossip, but never starts trouble by breathing a thing it hears; and what a comforting glow it sends through you when you are waiting in fear and trembling to enter the office on a perilous errand. How strong and patient the radiator seems when you come to it in a frenzy over an examination. It is entirely passive, yet it quietly sends out its protective warmth to calm you. Changes of many sorts take place, but this warm, faithful friend, the radiator, remains the same throughout them all. Jane Ruth Hovey abbot S all You are very stately, my friend, with your slim grey columns, and cool stone steps; your dome from which we may watch the heavens at night is imposing, too. You are grave and impassive, but I know that you are full of knowledge, and often your chambers echo with sweet harmonies. Your ivy mantle is full of cool shad- ows in summer. As your square window-panes blink contentedly at the sun, what do the pigeons confide to you ; what tales have the sparrows under your eaves to tell? Fuki Wooyenaka 45
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The Abbot Circle 19 2 6 Mv arben Still sits the grey stone-god Moss-grown and old Within his sheltered niche — Unperturbed, inscrutable, He views his world — This garden nook. Lo! the caressing brown of whirling moths In the ling ' ring summer dusk, A glint of gold in this limpid pool Fringed by pencil ' d iris fair — Fireflies in aimless course Pursue the unseen paths of the dark. Bamboo leaves stir with cool wind-songs And shadowy pine-trees croon. A night-hawk moans in a distant shade (Low, sad and tremulous its song). I slip away to the edge of the pool And await the rising moon. FUKI WOOYENAKA (Written for Odeon) Wfytvt! 3fa tfje Jfog — I sat by my window The other day To watch the rain And the gloomy gray Of the fog. The only creature Upon the street Was disconsolate wetness On the four feet Of a dog. 47
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