Halifax Grammar School - Grammarian Yearbook (Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada)

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A NOCTURNAL TRAGEDY As the purple sunset died on moorland, As it died o ' er rock, and hill and crag. As the moon rose o ' er the gentle woodland. Mine eyes beheld a lonely, dying stag. With lifted eyes it gazed unto the heavens, And saw a sweeter land, a land on high. Then breathing hard and fast, its muscles tightened, And then relaxed to die, - Stuart Campbell L? THE SEA The sea comes in. And swallows the shore, The sea comes in, With its tidal bore. The foam, as it licks The grassy land; The ripples that Come in hand in hand. Die on the sunlit shore. Now that the tide is in. In all its splendid glory, It begins to go flowing out again, To tell the same old story. - W. A. Black. MY PET The little green turtle that lives in our house, He ' s not very funny, he ' s quiet as a mouse, With rocks for his bed, No place for his head. He sleeps more than I, in my soft little bed. He does not complain, he ' s lucky you see. His shell will protect him from rock and from me. - D.A.Hoadley L4