July 1966 School Magazine

Brisban~ Girls' Grammar School Magazine

July, 1966

July, 1966

Brisbane Girls' Grammar_School Magazine

BETTY WOOLCOCK CHALLENGE CUP "What a piece'°of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty!" Hamlet. "So God created man in his own image In the image of God created he him;" Man is God's greatest work, the summit of Creation, And so to man alone is given the gift Of paths of wrong. Through reason he may glean Knowledge sufficient to conquer Satan's demons- Envy, greed, lust, hatred. Reason To dispel the blindness bred in Superstition, Make Faith a clear and honest business. Such faculties has man; they store themselves And then stint not when Man in striving calls Upan them to uplift him to heights hereto unknown. They bear him up that he may ·know the glory Of reason, reason to ennoble him, guide him I n paths of right, remove the dreaded lure Of submission of self and love of fellow. Sight to see another creature troubled, Hearing to hear the call of the distressed fallen, Speech to soothe, to comfort, to right wrong, Touch to do, to make, that all may live A life in freedom and obedience to God. And the greatest of man's faculties is Love- Love to conquer class and skin and god, To see in man the image of his God. For God works his will on man, Moulds and shapes him through turmoil, sorrow, sin That he may find in reason, knowledge; that Through knowledge he may dedicate all his faculties To the restoration of the original God In all mankind.

THE BRUMBIES The Territory with seasons of the wet and dry, Is the home of these horses wild. Some have been tamed by human hands - And the miles of the stations are cover by bands Of the Territory's Brumbie Horses.

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Others still roam, in places unknown, And leave traces of wilful wanderings

Imprinted on bands of the rivers and creeks. The unshod hoof, which, like a drum, beats The song of the Territory's Brumbie Horses.

- ROSLYN McNAUGHT

PROXIME ACCESSIT THE WRECKERS

With the sun and the moon as a lamp, We adhered to the rules of our camp, And kept the lonely vigil by the restless, surging sea, As our forefathers bade us do it. Lit by the light from a slit in a shining, gleaming, old bronze lamp, We wend our way to the sullen coast By devious, winding ways, As our forefathers bade us do it. And we wave that enticing light, Red by day and white by night, And the slime-covered rocks below Glimmer and gleam-by the pale moonlight And the glaring light of the sun, As they did when our forefathers lived. The wavering, piercing light that throbs through the mariner's eyes, And we bring him to his destruction, Just as our forefathers did.

-MARILYN DOW

Short Poem in Form II TWILIGHT CALL The light of day is fast disappearing,

While around the earth twilight swiftly is steering A course drenched with shadows, all softly adhering To the night sounds of howls, as they rise and fall, When the dogs give vent to their own Twilight Call.

- ROSLYN McNAUGHT

- KAYE GRAYSON

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