Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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vox COLLEGII That man you drove from Eden ' s grove Was I, my Lord, was I, And I shall be there when the earth and the air Are rent from the sea to the sky For it is my world, my gorgeous world, The world of my dear delight, From the brightest gleam of the Arctic stream To the. dusk of my own love-night. Packed with the pulse of an unborn race, Torn with a World ' s desires. The suging flood of my wild young blood Would quench the judgment fires. I am man, MAN, MAN, from the tingling flesh To the dust of my earthly goal, From the nestling gloom of the pregnant womb To the sheen of my naked soul. Bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh, The whole world leaps to my will, And the unslaked thirst of an Eden cursed Shall harry the earth for its fill. Almighty God ! when I drain life ' s glass Of all its rainbow gleams, The hapless plight of the eternal night Would be none too long for my dreams. The man you drove from Eden ' s grove Was I, my lord, was I, And I shall be there when the earth and the air Are rent from sea and sky. For it is my world, my gorgeous world, The world of the wildest bliss, From the harshest strife of my restive life To the lure of the woman ' s kiss. Joy upon joy and gain upon gain Are the destined rights of my birth, And I shout the praise of my endless days To the echoing edge of the earth. Though I suffer deaths that a man can die To the uttermost end of time, I have deep-drained this, the Cup of Bliss, In every age and clime. The froth of pride, the tang of power. The sweet of womanhood — I drain the lees upon my knees. For, oh, the draught is good. I drink to Life, I drink to Death, And smack my lips with song, For when I die another I Shall pass the cup along. The man you drove from Eden ' s grove Was I, my lord, was I, And I shall be there when the earth and the air Are rent from the sea and the sky.

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vox COLLEGII 21 ers, etc.). If we have friends we want to sen e them, and in these days there are so many ways in which we can serve. On Sunday evenino , April 1st, we had had a very pleasant chan -e by way of a song service. Miss Maxwell presided over the service and the program was as follows : Solo, ' ' My Task, ' ' rendered by Dorothea Charlton; readin :, The Last Word, by Henry Van Dyke, given very effectively ])y Mrs. Merkley, and duet, ' ■ ' My Faith Looks up to Thee, sung by Lois and Ruth Dixon. On Sunday evening, May 13th, Dr. Hare gave a very inspiring address. We always enjoy having our Principal Emeritus speak to us. and we only wish he could come oftener. We always - enjoy the evenings on which Miss Maxwell reads to us and Sunday evening, May 27th, when she read The King of the Golden River, by Ruskin, was very much appreciated. Our sympathies went out to poor little Gluck as he was so cruelly treated by his evil brothers, who, through their wickedness, were turned into big black stones, and we rejoice with him when he was so justly paid for his kindness and unselfishness. AFiss Zeigler, who is an enthusiastic Y.W.C.A. worker, spent the week-end of June 2nd with Miss Wright. On Satur- THE SONG OF day evening she spoke to us about the summer camps held for the college Y.W. C.A. girls. On Sunday afternoon Miss Zeigler met the cabinet of our Y. W. C. A. and gave us many helpful hints for carrying on our work. Then in the even- ing she spoke in the chapel on ' ' The Four-folded Life for Girls. Miss Zeig- ler ' s visit was much enjoyed by all, and she was indeed an inspiration to the girls. On May 20th, our Sunday evening was spent in a most enjoyable Avay. In place of meeting in the concert hall, we gathered in the drawing room for an in- formal service. We were all more than delighted to hear Miss Gott, who was so good about singing for us. Some of the selections were: Riley ' s 0 Heart of Mine, Kipling ' s Recessional, There were Ninety and Nine, Behold the Master Passeth By, and the old favor- ite, ' ' There is a Green Hill Far Away. ' ' Miss Gott ' s singing is always an inspir- ation, and we appreciate it so much. Miss Ball also afforded us great plea- sure by reading ' ' The Song of the Man, ' ' by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott, which is printed in this number of the Vox at the request of the girls. This little poem was very much enjoyed by everyone, as we all love to hear Miss Ball read and wish she would read oftener. THE MAN. God, is it good that a man should know That the world was made for his own, From the farthest })low of the ice and the snow To the warmth of his own hearthstone? God, is it good that a man should sight In the bii ' ds and the beasts and the trees. In the day ' s delight, and the marvel of might. Even (lod ' s desire to please? Must he know that the fever that frets in his veins Is the pulse and the life of the race; Must he know that the gains of his farthest domains Are bred in the flame of his face? God, is it safe that he knows he was born To the uttei ' most joy of the eai ' th, From the glorious dawn of creation ' s fii ' st morn To the Judgment ' s havoc and dearth?

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V 0 X C 0 L L E G 1 1 23 For it is my world, my gorgeous world, The world of my dearest woes, From the first small cry of the new-born I To the rack of a woman ' s throes. Out of the infinite aeons of time, Out of the womb of the earth, I make my way to the Judgment Day With song and jest and mirth. Born to the Best that Grod could give, Heir to the Ages ' of gain, Shall I whine for alms wnth a beggar ' s palms Or prate of my ti ' avel stain? Dazed by the marvel of Heaven and Earth, Thrilled by the Maker ' s trust. Shall I please God most if I brag and boast Of the drought and the clod and the dust? By the God of my Gift, by the God of my Joy, By the God of my Boundless Youth, I pledge my soul to the highest goal Of Love and Honor and Truth ! The man you drove from Eden ' s grove Was I, my Lord, was I, And I shall be there when the earth and the air Are rent from sea and sky. For it is my God, my wondrous God, My tender Lord divine, What should I fear, from far or near, Since even God is mine? — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott. Report of Patriotic Work Seven circles, under the auspices of the May Court Club, were organized this year for pati-iotic work, including in their membei ' ship practically all the stu- dents of the school. These circles met every Saturday afternoon from 3.30 to 5.30 o ' clock. Each circle had an aver- age mem])ei ' ship of twelve, with a stu- dent leader, and a teacher as honorary mem])er. The leaders were as follows: Edith Allen, Mabel Common, Eileen Harrison, Elizabeth Knowles, Tjaura Mc- Brine. Mai ' ion Phelps, and Georgian Smith. The lionoi ' ary members wcrc: Miss Folliek, Miss Chantler, Miss Thompson, Miss Emslcv, Miss ,Shaw, Miss Seott and Miss Ball. Mrs. E. E. St;n-r kindly presented a eej ' tificate of inembci ' shif) in the lied Cross Society to Marion Phelps, whose circle accomp- lished the greatest amount of work dur- ing the year, and copies of the miniature of the Princess Patricia to Edith Allen and Georgian Smith, whose cirlces came next in industry. The total amount of work accomplished by the circle during the year was as follows : — Sixty-four pil- low slips, foi ' ty-seven pairs of socks, thirty-nine sheets, twenty-one ties, twen- ty towels, eleven pairs of pyjamas, ten housewives, foui ' mufflers, one trench cap, one pair of wristlets, one pair mit- tens and one wash cloth. These articles were all made of materials pur- chased by contributions from the circles. Besid( s this, twelve pairs of socks and six hospital shirts were made of mater- ials sui)[)lied by patriotic organizations