July 1955 School Magazine

July, 1955

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

July, 1955

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

NIGHT BEAUTY. The wind swept over the sand-hills to the sh ore hiding the foot-prints of man, as if trying to restore pristine beauty to the scene. The wind was strong and sent a challenge to any who dared to defy her and by their presence mar her sanctum. The sea was black but the moon cut through the blackness to draw a path of silver on the water and caress the tossing, foaming heads of the waves. Had I swum in this sea-this pool of mystery? How did I dare? An island, blacker even than the sea, hid all but its out- line in a cloak of mystery-a cloak of night. So exciting was this that I feared that even breathing would break the spell. Had I seen boats there ? Had men touched that sacred shore ? The clouds were silver-edged and drew a gossamer veil over the moon. I gazed, bewitched, to her silver bower as, drawn to me as I was to her, she sailed forth to reveal her full beauty. From her fullness I knew that she approached the end of her heavenly reign but in my memory she will remain for ever queen of that beautiful night-and me. --JUDITH CLAPPISON, VI B. A WISH. I'd love to walk a busy London street,

A NEW AUSTRALIAN'S IMPRESSIONS OF .AUSTRALIA "A new Australian?" Yes, I am, but I hope to be referred to as an Australian one day. When I first set foot on Aus- tralian soil, I remembered Germany, my birthplace. How dif- ferent it was from Australia! Germany's war ruined towns and villages, and hunger stricken millions lay vividly imprinted in my memory as I viewed Australia's warm sunshine, beauti- ful cities and happy contented people. Travell ing through the country, I saw the incomparable beauty of the Australian country-side. It is a quiet and serene beauty. Its wide, meandering rivers, its majestic mountains, its sunlit beaches washed by the blue sea, its wheat fields at harvest time which lie like carpets of golden grain in the valleys-I have seen them all. I loved Germany, but I am going to love Australia a lso. My loyalty will be to Australia. Sometimes I will think of Germany, for it was my first home, where I was born and brought up. Australia is now my home. - Mancel Ellis, IIIA

And feel the cold of winter's wind and sleet, And hear the chimes of Big Ben ringing clear, Above the traffic boom of London air. I'd love to walk an English country lane, Caressed by softly falling April rain, With violets and primrose growing there, 'Neath hedgerows white with hawthorn blossom fair. CONTENT. The man upon this happy earth that moans At dull monotony of days and years, Has never in his Holy time grown up Or seen the beauty round him through his tears. He might have seen the peaceful harmony Of summe r moons, perh aps the silver sea Beneath a sunset glorious and wide, A jewel of a mountain lake; or heard The soft remonstrances of sleepy birds Or tinkling cowbells on the dusky lea- Has he no wish to feel, to stop his pace, Just step aside a moment' s breathing space And gather in God's glories scattered free· Out of the flurry of this busy world ' To use his eyes, be blind no more, to see ? If not-with all my heart I pity him. God grant my eyes a nd soul may ne'er grow dim.

- Sonia Trist, IV F..

ROAD TO DJUAN.

-LINDA FALANGA, IV D.

-Nanette Buchanan, IV A..

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