Stratford Central Secondary School - Collegian Yearbook (Stratford, Ontario Canada)

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COLLEGIAN, I 930 MY D'R!ElAM Olne night I dreamed And then I seemed In an ecstasy of joy I saw again, And oh so plain! The time I was a boy: The field of hay, The morn of May Steal o'er my father's home, My mother dear And, sadder here, My brother dead in Rxome. I saw again 'The F1 enin rain '12 g g The harvest fields all yellow The market old Where oft I sold The fruit so ripe and mellow. Once more I saw And held in awe T'he red school in the meadows I The little pool Where after school bathed with all my fellows. The creek Wherein 'Twas such a sin To fish on Summer Sundays The little pew In the church I knew And the grass Icut on Mondays. The winter snow The happy glow Of a fireside bright and warm With a family dear There all was cheer And our world contained no harm. But sad I grew When again I knew That all was but a dream Yet my thoughts all hold With a joy untold To my old home's hallowed gleam. But now 'tis gone, On the fields where shone The bright sun every day, 'Has a city come With its noisy hum. And my home has passed away. John Anderson Nothing in life is perfect, Half man, part god are we. We are not all so fitted To comphehend the sea. We are the keyless padlock, The spirit within the cage. The powers of the Samson Are not those of the sage. We are the soulful verslet Writ in an unknown tongue. We are the angels' music Over creation flung. We are but half the poet Who raises the hopes of men To build a tower of Beauty, The soul, but not the pen. Catch at opportunity While, my child, you may, Not too often in your life Does it come your way. If perchance you pass it by, Never mind, you say, It will surely ere I die Come again some day. But, may child, I say to you Life is much too brief. Catch it ere it passes you Lest it bring you grieffi Some day you may realize When it is too late What importance re-ally lies In that little phrase. -WJR- 163- E. G.

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COLLEGIAN, I9 30 BALLAD OF X PLUS Y There were twa lads sate on a bench And lasses there were too Learning some History, Latin and French Of course some Algebra too. Then up spake one to his teacher A tear was in his eye O, rede me now, O rede me sir, What root hath X plus Y? O teacher, teacher rede me right And it cannot be Wrang I wad be rather in the light Than be in darkness lang. The teacher paused not ower lang To catch his breath once mair, And then his lily-white hands began To pluck his gowden hair. Odds Bodkins, lad, he cried aloud I'll no tell thee nae mair For siller, jewels, wealth or gowd! Within, my heart is sairf' Then up spake a bold student And a right brave lad was he, Oh teacher dear, rede us the truth With thy usual courtesy! Then swallowed the teacher his terrible wrath To his work himself did hie To read those students all the truth Of the ballad of X and Y. -C. W. and A. W. A FAREWELL One fond word before we part, Thou hast given me friends to One long look before we sever- know- This I know, thou shalt forever Friends whose counsel daily given Be enshrined within my heart. Right from wrong asunder riven. May their power ever grow! At thy clear and crystal font Gf Wisdom have I played. Yet, alas, I have not stayed Accept, I pray thee, this poor word To drink my fill as I would want. In payment of the debt I owe To those wfhose joy it is to sow Thou has given me work to do- Their seeds within the unfledged Work in which no insult lies, bird, The easy taskg but to skies Hast thou bid me look anew. -Cc W, -644