Oakwood Collegiate Institute - Oracle Yearbook (Toronto Ontario, Canada)

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THE SAVAGE AND THE EARTH A savage roamed The untamed plains and hills, A slave to Nature ' s whim. Beneath his feet An undiscovered world Stored riches For the day that he would call. Yet still he roamed, His savage hunger driving him To pass in frantic search The endless sources of his pleasure Hidden by the mind ' s bent corridor. And yet he learned That Fire burned, That Seed would grow, That Winds would blow, — But knew not why. He learned but could not understand. So terror seized his mind. He raised to his Enigmas Images of faith. To question not, but rather to proclaim His own base impotence before Their great Mysterious Force . . . And so again the savage trod The paths of Thoughtlessness. But now a strange call sounded in the mind. The corridor invited ' round its bend. The candle flickered through a mystic dark. The savage stepped to light. And then, before his reasoning The secrets fell. The pounding of his mind On door on door of mystery Destroyed the confines of behef, And now He ran. He roams no more. And to the glory of His mind The towering cities rise. The earth concedes the victory Of element ' gainst element And crushes ' neath His heel. His gathering power sweeps ahead From world to world, proud triumph flies Before Him. Slavery ' s dead. Smashed before the justice of His rise. Man. RODIN John Angel THE ANSWER Winter comes at last, to stay — The white ash of summer. The miracle does cease; Rebirth is not for ever; And the beautious green Does for one final season Flash red and gold and die. Will not blood relieve parched earth? Does no tear fall but freezes? And does each world and thus, A piteous moan to fall Dying in the cold? If flowers grow from seeds. If ever a child is born, If grass grows on graves, If stars shine at night, If spring has come but once, Then God is. — Warren Bourgeois 108

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