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

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OAK LEAVES 1943 This thing God has given to all mankind, To turn to for comfort, making peace easier to find. If man would but free the music in his soul, And l-et it come out and envelop his Whole, The hatred, greed and strife would cease, And the World would have a lasting peac-e. L. R., '46 SIDE DOOR OF BRIGGS IS POPULAR FOR KODAKERS. THE STATUE IN THE ENGLISH ROOM Watching for something that never came Hand poised at her brow-her body leans forward, Once she eagerly scanned Grecian country Looking for someone Who never came- Watching, Waiting, poetically scanning the horizon. Now her figure is captured in marble And though her soul is gone, She never ceases her vigil She gazes over the K-ennebec landscape Looking into the sunset Eternally Watching, Waiting. 29 KATHERINE MOLSTAD, '46

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OAK LEAVES 1943 THE BACKS OF BRIGGS, RECITATION, AND ADMINISTRATION AS SEEN FROM THE EAST GADEN IN MAY. HARMONIES Musicians come from an unknown land Singing great things of a mystic land, Music is not only understood by all But it is the soul with which we call Oth God make us be musical like you So good, so harmonious and true. And let us make music like things he makes The trees and leaves, the seas and lakes. The most perfect harmony comes from God, His music is in all,-Water, Wind and sod. The music is like an onrush of sound That swirls, then fades, around and 'round. But as we listen it forms a line, A perfect but simple, divine design,- The design a human, but Godlike thing, The most Godly thing our souls can sing. Music unites us all in peace, A peace that will never entirely cease, And in that peace our souls soar high Far away, into the clear blue skyg Away from the turmoil and war, and strife. That still are on earth, in this our life. Through God's sublime harmony we had our birth So we brought His music upon this earth, And music will ever be, the song of the soul, Of the good and the badl in the world as a whole. 28

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OAK LEAVES 1943 EARLY ARRIVALS AT RING. TO A SHELL How many countless ages Have passed over thee to leave All shades of blue and green and pink- Wonderful, and blended Into one exquisite masterpiece of art Such as never could be Wrought by human hands, Fit only to rest in deep bosom of the sea Away from all Wordly things Unscarred by any deed of war All untainted, untouched. KATHERINE MOLSTAD, '46. A FAVORITE HAUNT OF THE ART PUPILS, 30