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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6 KINGJTON coc.LeGlA're VQEIATIONAL uN.s'1'iTu1'a -9 Sonnet to Queen's University f2nd Prize-David Stevenson 4AJ 1-...l Fragment of Scotland on a far-off strand, The spell of Scotia is upon thee still, Deep in thy heart the ancient pulses thrill To the dear memory of the motherland. NVith sober dignity thy halls are crowned, And memories in quiet corners hide Cf Scotland's bigotry and Scotland's pride, Her simple faith and loyalty profound. This is thy soul, O Queen's, and we who ' Came From stately mansions or secluded farm In search of cloistered learningg may WC SCC That bright tradition, like a rising flame, Purge all dishonour that might do thee harm, Building at last one great fraternity. The Deserted Dance Floor 13rd Prize-Allan H. Kent SBJ Men here and there and everywhere, but none of them will danceg The bluest tunes of newest moons, the latest gowns from France, The social year would climax here-that should appear quite clearg- Yet ever 'near a silence drear of longing, hope, and fear. One maiden spies with longing eyes across the shining floor Her only hope discussing dope with men around the door. Another stands with folded hands, eyes fixed upon the wall, Witli hopes to hear some man draw near to claim her as his doll. The hostess here, increasing fear envelop- ing her heart, Begins to try with pleading eye to get the dance to start. She, begging, flies from dumb to wise, im- ploring both to dance, But each one sighs, tries wise replies, and lies with helpless glance: My feet is soreg canlt dance no moreg we're tired, her and me. Or, Tackle Jack, behind your back. He'll dance, you go and see l A lithesome bound-oh, welcome sound! In hope she whirls around, And there he stands, just where he lands- it's Charles! Relief is found. And now the boys with lots of noise lead girls in graceful dresses. Gowns dark and light-vests black and white-dark sideburns-golden tresses. The floor, not small, 's not seen at all, the dancers are so many, And every girl has her own Earle, and every boy his Ienny. .-62-.