London Normal School - Spectrum Yearbook (London, Ontario Canada)

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THIS IS SPRING King Winter ' s reign has passed away, His castles fall beneath the suns, Life is renewed that felt his sway; His hosts retreat! The victor comes! The sun in golden glory gleams, Wind driven shifting shadows sail. The fields are marked by furrowed seams. Afar there calls a lonely quail. The maples drip with nectar sweet; Above them wing the cawing crows. A dauntless cowslip at my feet Has pushed aside the winter snows. A robin pipes his song for ram, A swallow circles on the wing, And all the world is new again, And echoes answer — This is spring. W. V ES3 Vfr THE MARIGOLD ' S AWAKENING. The swamp is golden touched, this morn, The sleeping buds begin to wake. The sun this message clear hath borne ' Tis time your dreamings to forsake. The breeze retells the story old, And lightly touches the golden cheek, It whispers, laughing, Marigold, l is spring, and you were fast asleep! The thrasher from his maple tower Fills all the valley with his song, The tale he tells the yellow flower Is one he sings the whole spring long. And all things sing it: the killdeer, The willow and the warm, damp earth, W ake up, marigold, spring is here! No time for sleeping, just time for mirth. Erie Lloyd. (Form III.)

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LITERARY EXECUTIVE, SECOND TERM

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SPRING SONG The winter is over, I ts sorrows are past, And summer, sweet summer, Is coming at last. New grass in the fields, New flowers in the woods — Ther e is balm in the breeze From all the new buds! And life once again 1 ts purpose renews, As the grass after rain, Or the cool fragrant dews. Old woes are forgotten, Old heart-aches anil fears; A new joy is begotten, A new hope for the years. For winter is over, Its sorrows are past, And summer, sweet summer, Has come in at last! A. Stevenson. 17 TO A RAINDROP Tiny, shimmering, crystal drop, Wilt not longer stay? Quickly as thou earnest, vet Faster still away. Wast thou from a silver lake, Set in Irish hills? Wast from bubbling brook, maybe, Little, laughing rills? Wast thou stol ' n from caravan? O wind! didst further seek, Softly brushed, an erstwhile tear From a baby ' s cheek? We, like strangers, that first day Knew not one the other, Pondered, it we ever should Better know each other. Now the year is nearly over, We, like raindrops still, Ask where now, ye gods of fortune? What is Heaven ' s great will ?