June 1931 School Magazine

Brisbane Girls ' Gra mmar School Magazine.

Brisbane Giris' Gra mmar School Ma,gazine.

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Like the secrets of the river. Comc with me, past e hurch, past clwelling, Roaring streets, ancl whispering f ountains, Past the ocean ts ceaseless swelling, Into fielcls, ancl n'astes, ancl rnountains I No light of moon, no light of star, Where the brown night people are ! Do )/ou hear them, whispering, calling, Whispering like the r,r'inter breeze tMid the shivering, shaken trees ? Calling, while the d ervs are f alling Loucl, ancl loud er symphonies Like the ec.,ho of the seas ? They are wiehecl, wrinlilecl, brown, They live within the earth, down, down, Where are no gleaming lights of town. Thev plan ancl p1ot, they' plot ancl plan The lives of beast, ancl bircl, ancl rnan. Do you heilr them chanting, chanting ? Air of night is thick, and loucl, The night sl

Macle fron $'ater, mixecl rvith fire: Pure white .vrrater, pure r:ec1 fire. They live in colcl moist halls of clay IJncler the earth for ]nany a clay. Corne back, I say; eo1r1e back, away Over forest, hill, and clorvn, To the friencllv lights of the busy town. Night is time for boundless clreaming An ci its secrets hidclen are Lihe the secrets of the river, gieaming Ifncler light of moon, ancl star.

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-H. Muirhead., Yf.

A STON,M AT SEA. The sun has gone. A cross the sullen sky Drift threatening clouds. A chill ancl boisterous wincl Strikes the colcl waters murrnuring plaintivell while sea-gulls scream and rvheel in hurried flight, Out o'er the clepths the thuncler rolls anel dies, And srvift the lightning runs frorn eloud to cloud. r{ow blincling rain pours clown its wrath long-pent, While crash of storm is rlingled with the sob Of angry waves, lashed" by the rvincl an cl rain. Now clo they rear, foam-crested in their rnight, Norv shout ancl roar to clrown the howling wind.; i{ow they crash back, ancl for a moment lie Swirling ancl muttering in their angry pricle; Ancl yet again they rise ancl toss their heads As if to free themsel'es from clinging bonclsl Now yell in mockery at the storm's fierce strength, Now murruuring faintlv, sob tikc souls long-lost; Ancl stilt the wind hou'ls on, and still the rairr Beats mercilessly clorn'n. So on and on Through out long honrs of clark and troubled night 'Ihe storm pours out its fury.' But the clawn Breaks, with the song of birds, on a calm blue sea, And peace comes with the gentie breeze from lIeaven.

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Bowen, Vf.

--Roma

TTIE SLUtr\IBER, SONG.

Sieep, tiny baby " ln your soft nest. Angels aronncl ,vou, Are guarcling your rest.

Figurcs u.'izenecl, faees wilcl, Without father, mother, chilcl,