Lakehead University School of Library Technology - Yearbook (Thunder Bay, Ontario Canada)

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THE JOURNEY ONWARDS A c c 1 n o o 1 n W a n r c h yj vf u U 1 O 11 in h p t fo£i ± 11 c 1 l U a hi y t r ac Again s t the wi nd was cle a v i ng , Her t rembling pennant st i 1 1 lo o k ' d back To th at dear i s 1 e ' twas le a v i n g So 1 o t h we par t from all w e lo V e , From all the 1 inks that b i n d u s So tu r n our he arts, as o n w e r o ve , To th o s e we ' ve left behi nd u s ! When , round t h e bowl of va n i s h J d years We ta lk with j oyous seem i n g - With smiles th at might a s w e 1 1 be tears So fa i n t , so s ad, their be a m i n g While memory b rings us b ac k a g a i n Each early tie that twin ed u s , 0 , s w e e t ' s the cup that c i r cle s them, To th o s e we ' ve left behi nd us ! And w hen in other climes we m e e t Some isle or v ale enchan t i n g Where all look s flowery, w i Id , and s w ee And n aught but love is w a n t i ng We th ink how g reat had b ee n ou r bliss If He aven had but assign ' d u s To 1 i v e and d i e in scene s 1 ike this, W i th some we ' v e left beh i n d u s ; As t r avellers oft look b ac k at we When eastward darkly goi n g To ga z e upon w hat light th e y h a v e Still faint be hind them gl 0 win g So, w hen the c lose of pi e a s u r e £ s day To gl o o m hath near cons ig n ' d u s We tu r n to cat ch one fad i n g r a y Of joy that ' s left behin d u s . T MOORE

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Dear Freedom, Hi, I found your name in a little black book today, a book which contains names that the maj- ority of the world don ' t know how to use. I am a part of the majority. Beside your name there was written Personal or civil liberty; liberty of action (to do). Also contained within this book was the name of another - discrimination. I only wish that the followers of discrimination could meet you and come to understand your name. You aren ' t black, you aren ' t white, you aren ' t English, you aren ' t Israeli, you are interracial. You allow men to act as they see fit, speak where they wish, and when they wish, and go where they desire to go. You allow the human race to live as individuals. Freedom, some day I hope I meet you. Sincerely yours, Janet French The sun shone all about me The air was cool and clear I kissed the breeze and hugged the earth W ith the love of life... BONNIE MOORE

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Those who spend their time Wailing about their misfortunes Never have anything else For that is their choice. BONNIE MOORE GOOD-BYE Sounds of the seas grow fainter, sounds of the sands have spread; The sweep of gales, The far white sails, Are silent, spent and dead. Sounds of the days of summer murmur and die away, And distance hides The long, low tides, As night shuts out the day. E. PAULINE JOHNSON