Toronto Teachers College - Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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.xi Someday The clatter of thoughts died away, And I sleptand I lived In that pale drunken dusk Icall Someday . .. I remember the slow, quiet flood Of the moonlight Etching her purity into The blackness of night. I remember the warm, silver glow Ofa rainfall, Cleansing the reverie, shaping The heavenly call. I remember the soft, silent touch Of a prayer, Pressing her downy head onto The shoulder of care . . . I spoke not a sound for the word Of a whisper would say I'd return, and lwill. Someday. On Churchill 'S Death Oh mighty warrior, now laid low by death, None can escape her blow when she decides It is your turn, to know her fearful touch, The Valiant Years you spoke of now are o'er. The warrior sleeps beyond the shore of life, And nations weep for he who held the keep, Truly, you were the shepherd, we the sheep, Sleep well! Rest well! Old man you earned your sleep. You were our hope, our sword, in time of strife, Our rock, our strength, our fort, our source of pride, Your rousing words urged us to victory. Immortal now, your memory we'II keep true History and man, accord to you your due, Never was so much, owed by so many to one man, YOU. GLADYS BENTLEY, Form 9 Page 28 LORRAINE GEIGER Form I7

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Wild Geese A murmur escaped the lips of Night Out of the black it came Out of the north lt swelled and cleared Till the sky throbbed With a great babbling Till the air trembled With a swift stroking. Out of the black it came And l could not see. Yet a smile swung upon my face And my heartwas tilting. Into this cold blind night Was washed a brief wild music That struck the chords of darkness Left the wide sky quivering And ebbed into the south. And l stood blind and shining. For who would not be radiant Whose heartwould not have thrilled At sound of such sweet passing in the Night? HEATHER PATTERSON Third Prize: Maritime Warmth There's a warmth about the Maritimes that no one can deny, You feel itwhen you live there, - and even passers-by Can't fail to recognize its charm, and if perchance they stay, lt seeps into their inner hearts, and warms for many a day. lt's in the children's faces with laughter shining bright, lt's even in the sea-bird's song, from flocks on wind tossed flight, lt's in the dancing sunbeams onthe blue Atlantic's face - This warmth -- that makes the Maritimes a truly happy place. lt's in the people's folkways, they love to dance and sing And on a winter evening you'll hear the rafters ring, With songs about the days gone by - the good old days now But also songs about the fun in glorious days ahead. So let's go to the Maritimes! Let's go and hide awhile! They'll teach us a new way of life, and all our cares beguile. Their welcome's real at anytime, but in Centennial Year, dead They'll serve a heaping helping of the Maritime 'Good Cheer . J. WHITE, Form 5 Page 29