Kingston Collegiate and Vocational Institute - Times Yearbook (Kingston, Ontario Canada)

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VOCATIONAL INJTITUTE 6 Kluclrireiiil I l - ,A I i I Passing the swift hour's pleasure, Mighty beyond every measure, , They are held, For with links of love they bind Heart and spirit, soul and mind, Firmer bonds they may not find These they weld. I invoke for them Black Fear! See his mantle spreading here- Torn in twain by hands thrice-dear With strength they dreamed not of With hands made strong by love! III. What is love? 'tis but the blending Heart with heart: 'tis sorrow's ending, 'Tis the fire in the shade, 'Tis the jewel of dreaming made A bright reality. What is love? where neither falter 'Tis the ring and priest and altar, 'Tis the music of one heart By another heard apart, 'Tis immortality. IV. Let me then by true love linger A deserted idle singer Whose poor songs, sung day to day, Are borne by wanton winds away, Whose poor want of music takes From the wedding-song he makes Music never known, Joy he feels his own. May all the dreams I ever had And all the joys I never knew Be yours to-day, for poets glad Dare sing the wonder gained by you. Awake, then, all my lyric power Make melodious this hour, Make this bud eternal flower! Awake, awake, O silver-sounding lyre, Awake, O golden lute to hymn this day! For even ashes blown from one pale pyre Fall light as rose-dust on your welcome way. TRIS TESSE T611 me, S0rrOw Tell me, Lover What is life? VVhy you dream Brings to-morrow O11 f01'9V91' Only strife, Of 3 gleam And the loss of all things lovely That has made a noon of midnight Out of life? By your dream? T611 me, Beauty, Tell me, Loved One, Dare you last? Vvllat is faith? 15 your duty Whom 'tis proved on To be passed, If a wraith Yet to leave your first fair wonder IS fOU11d the laSt fulfillment With your last? Of YOUF faith? None will tell me Until Death Comes to knell me Steal my breath, And the sunrise shall bring wisdom Out of death. ..50-

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KlNc3.r1'oN cou.i,eGiA'rs 4-1-ocA1'loNAi. lN:'rrru'rs A CANADIA POET B5 kind permission of the famous Canadian poet, Mr. Nathanlel A Benson the Times publishes the following two poems EPITHALAMIUM QA Wedding-Songj For N.W.H. 8: C.T., july 9, 1927 THE INVOCA TION Awake, awake, G silver-sounding lyre! Awake, O golden lutes to hymn this day VVhere love rekindles all her ancient fire And burns the past's dim paltriness away! Let hymeneal songs enchant the air And happiness be hymned unto the skies Flowing in measured beauty everywhere, To-day we light a hearth that never dies. No purple robes are here, no saffron veils, Nor storied splendor of the ancient rite But shining still, Love's ship serenely sails Majestic and unconquered through the night If we are born in a less glorious time Unlettered and less mighty in the arts, We still may sing in sweet and tender rhyme The inward fire that burgeons in these hearts. No virgins bear our maiden from her home, Nor youths escort the happy bridegroom here But here are hands as stout as those of Rome And here is joyance deep and full and clear. Awake, awake then, silver-sounding lyre, Awaken, golden lutes to hymn this day Where Love rekindles all her ancient fire And burns the past's dim paltriness away, VVhere Love renews her white ecstatic fire And marriage-songs resound their joyful lay. I. Who are these with jewelled sandals Speeding to the spreaded feast, Bearing the bright spirit's candles, Clear as islands in the east Clear as golden clouds in morning All the coasts of dawn adorning? Follow they the white-robed priest, Hearken to the organ's pealing, To the strong triumphant strains Now loud swelling, now soft stealing, Now an echo faint remains. These the twain who touch the tree Of the fruits of constancy, Whose full joy doth pass the seas And the far Hesperidesg These the twain who vigil kept While less faithful lovers slept By the sacred fire, These the twain to whom are given Hopes that angels guard in heaven, Sing of them, my lyre! II. Safe from all desertion's fear Safe from loneliness Free from friendship's bitter spear Free for happiness, Bound, not by a golden ring But a stronger, deeper thing Richer than all secret treasure, ..-59.-.

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