Oak Grove Coburn High School - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Vassalboro, ME)

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TO A VIOLET Dainty little violet on your mossy bed, Why are you so shy? Lift up your head- Do you think that man would step on you, Or do you fear the drops of dew? Personified I see you sitting in a royal chair, You look very royal with flowers in your hair, Blue are your eyes as a foreign sea. Indeed, I wish that I were thee! Of all spring flowers you are best, You are far above the rest, You lead a life of isolation- But in your way you rule a nation. OAK LEAVES Peace is the example which to the world you give, You say that only by it can a nation live- You have a right to lift your head and let your colors fly, Oh dainty little violet, do not be so shy! B. Z. W. 28

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OAK LEAVES TO A PANSY Pansy dear, your sweet little face, Framed by your yellow velvet gown, Smiles at me in all my dreams, And can all my troubles drown. The innocence of your lovely eyes, Your tiny upturned nose, The fluttering of your yellow dress, Makes you dearer than a rose. You fill me with such lovely thoughts My heart feels joy anew, With higher things than e'er before And all because of you. CHARLOTTE REVERIE 'A garden of old-fashioned flowers, Of larkspur, mignonette, and rose, Where oft in summer days I doze And dream of walls and crumbling towers, And castles where I'd roam for hours, Or in the stately ruins pose. Afar my dreaming fancy goes, But then too soon the twilight lowers, The garden fades in dusk of eve, My castles disappear as though The wind had blown them quite away. Bright tints of lovely flowers leave, The birds, my pretty songsters, go, QUIMBY The sun, my dreams,--they would not stay. T C M. RIVERS Rivers,- Sombre, greyish rivers, Streaked sunlit patches, Black silhouetted trees Cut in cardboard. Cold, forsaken rivers, Slowly flowing Seaward. M. T. C. 27

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OAK LEAVES FROM OUR YOUNGER PENS For For For We For For For We For For For We GARDEN PATHS where the blue bells bend, where the Wild ilag blows, where the river flows, my lady wanders. Down Down Down There Down the fragrant garden-paths Flanked with blooming iris, Past the blue forget-me-nots,- The lily's gleaming chalice. Oft adown these winding paths, Amid the dewy grasses, Wistfully my lady passes, Searching for her lover. In the moonlight, ah, my lady! She will find him waiting there, Trysts to keep with old emotions, There to meet my lady fair. C., Eighth Grade WE GIVE THEE THANKS all the flowers bright and fair, all the trees and forest shade, ponds and brooks and oceans, too, give Thee thanks. animals that roam the woods, birds and butterflies so fair, the, green grass and rocks and fields, give Thee thanks. mountains and valleys and houses, the skies and stars and sunshine bright, all the beauty of Nature's life, give Thee thanks, God of all! KATHARIN ANN DEWEY, Eighth Grade. 29