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

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OAK LEAVES Of that sublime, still voice within her heart Which bids her falter not whate'er the sacrifice? She heeds- the call with quick-ened sense of joyg Into the fray she goes with steadfast heart. He calls with purpose and she answers: Yea, I'l1 gladly go! But show me how to help Thy troubled, wayward peopl-e in this day Of storm and glooming shadows of distrust When all folk doubt and follow Wand'ring stars, When Thy sheep lose the Way and find not Truth Nor Life, but stumble in the wilderness To follow will-0'-wisps, and not Thy Light. And in the silence of her heart she hears The voice so solemn, tenderly inquireg Child, hast thou thought indeed, what this quest means? This War-torn world is full of greedy men VVho spoil the innocent, oppress the weak, And force by might of sword the helpless throng To Worship at unhallowed altars strange Which teach no doctrine of the gentle Christ. The nations still by cannon and by bom-b Make might their right, relentlessly unfair. Hast thou considered this, O valiant mind,- That many helpless babes make our dim slums No better than dark dungeons of despair? Bleak Penury has robbed them of their right, Their heritage, their time of carefree joy. Corruption like a grim sepulchral ghost Or like some ravening werwolf' beast Doth stalk the council halls of our fair land, And hides in homes where once pure honor dwelt. The still, small voice in solemn accents speaks, But soon with clarion note it calls' a reveille: Be not cast down with melancholy thoughts, In every man there is a fire divine That keeps him always ill-content until Through noble aspiration he finds peace. Does this not make us think there is a plan In this mysterious universe of ours Which one far-off Utopian day will be fulfilled? Then Camelot will stand with her fair spires Foursquare, a city built to music rare, A city therefore never built at all And yet one built upon eternity g 11

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OAK LEAVES Where war's defaming blight no scars shall etch, Where pure religion undefiled is throned, Where faith is never smirched nor justice scorned. In that land all may find the cherished Grail Because each heart doth keep a holy tryst With the all-seeing Comrade who can guide And guard us through the labyrinthian Ways Of complex living, Pilot-Master-King. These earnest words she ponders in h-er heart She sees the vision clear, that chalice pure Which led Sir Galahad in days of yore To seek high quest in struggle, challenge, strife. Return, Jeanne d'Arc, O make us strong again! And give us courage, strength, and thy great faith! O TO BE AT OAK GROVE NOW THAT SPRING IS THERE! NEW YEAR'S EVE Old year, I would not lose an hour of youg Each moment I would hold close to my heart, The moments of beauty and of love, And the moments of growing wisdom. I would not lose a mornent's pain or fear, Or loneliness, that gives me song. 12