Branksome Hall - Slogan Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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The Branksome Slogan 23 CONSOLATION I have no ear for music And the master ' s note may pass me by, But the sudden murmuring of the Autumn leaves, Has power to make me sigh. When the gay clad figures have vaunted The last new hope of Fall, When with treble clear, the Autumn year, Has folded her gilded shawl, I shall find a consolation That comes to me through tears, A silent inspiration. Through the memory of years The bells are mellow and old with rust. But the words are clear through the grime and dust: Pass on. MARGARET GILMOUR (Clan MacGregor). DAWN Softly, softly with increasing light, Speeding forth with all its might. Arriving after the night owls are gone. Silently comes the beautiful dawn. Out o ' er the east a streak of white. Piercing through the blackness of night. The sun in its glory does appear. Bringing new hope and banishing fear. Then as soon as the sun can be seen. Its rays throwing out a wondrous gleam. The little birds begin to sing, Giving out happiness to everything. BARBARA THOMAS (Clan MacGregor). A SURPRISE The speckled trout his meal did spy. It was a very tempting fly. His hunger made him very bold. As you will presently be told. With one wild dash the fly he took. And found, alas ! it was a hook. JEAN STIRLING (Clan MacGregor).

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22 The Branksome Slogan THE LADY OF THE WOODS I met Beauty in the woods, Beauty, young and freshly clad. Reigning on her sunny throne. Flashing smiles both gay and glad. Round her silken locks, a crown, Worked by tiny Elfin hands. Daisies, trilliums, buttercups — Fairest flowers from many lands. Hanging from her slender neck, Bronze necklace, sweet to see — Nymphs had threaded tiny nuts, Gathered from the hazel tree. Garbed was she in lacey robes, Scented bracken, dainty fern, Circled by a wild-rose sash, Changing shades at every turn. Fleecy shawl of softest silk. Woven by a spider there. Hung below her dimpled knees. And her tiny feet were bare. In her hands she held an urn, Made by fairies, wrought of clay — From it gushed a silver stream, Singing as it ran away. All around, the grass was green. All about, fair blossoms sprang: Through the air one heard sweet chimes, As the dainty blue-bells rang. Then she smiled, she slowly turned: (Flowers pealed a joyful march) Glided softly through the trees. As they bowed to form an arch. KATHERINE CANNON (Clan Ross). DAWN Now the rosy dawn breaks through. Covering heaven and earth with glory, Reflecting from the morning dew, Glints which tell a wondrous story. Of a golden couch on high. Drawn by glossy-coated steed, Flashing o ' er the sun-lit sky, Glancing over dewy mead. Romping through the glorious morn- ing, Playing o ' er a sun-kissed field. Till the night god ' s solemn warning, Bids the brilliant sun god yield. MILLICENT RAYMOND (Clan Campbell).

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24 The Branksome Slogan PHANTASY I lay upon the soft green turf My cup-shaped hands did hold my head, When, lo! — my eyes beheld a path — I rose to see just where it led. Around a tuft of daisies bright, And through a glen I wandered on, I hurried, lest in loss of time I ' d waken, with the vision gone. At length upon a crystal pool I came, and there I stood, and gazed At nature ' s work, so beautiful. It left me wondering and dazed. The emeralds green, and sapphires bright, Which melted in diffusion there. And glistened in the sun that shone. Made me forget this world of care. For I was in another world From which I wakened on the grass, And roused myself in time to see My momentary vision pass. VIRGINIA PIERS (Clan Campbell). AS TIME PASSED BY One night when all was dark and still I sat upon my window sill. And watched the stars up in the sky. As time passed by. Then all at once a change occurred. The sky was dark, the stars were blurred. But soon again shone clear the sky, As time passed by. ELEANOR McDOUGALL (Clan MacGregor). THE RAINSTORM Ceaselessly beating. Never r reating. Always defeating; Yes, it ' s the rain — Sometimes crashing Ofttimes splashing. Usually dashing; Yes, it ' s the rain — Endlessly whirling, Crazily twirling, Forcefully curling; Yes, it ' s the rain — Continually pounding. Always resounding. Joyfully daunting; Yes, it ' s the rain. EDITH ELY (Clan Mac Alpine). LIFE Life is like a running brook. Running till it meets the sea. Sometimes marred by rocks and nooks, Other times it runs quite free. It has many curves and bends, But its aim is to be straight. For crookedness it makes amends, But oft-times it is too late. Sometimes it is helpful, Sometimes it does harm, So to the sea it brings, Its little song of charm. DOROTHY EDWARDS (Clan McLeod).