June 1950 School Magazine

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Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

June, 1950

:Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

THE BUSH. I love the bush , with its shady g lades, Where crystal streams, cascading down Over brown rocks, to secluded pools , Gleam in the morning sun, Gaunt paper-barks bend o'er the creek, Where the waterfall's bubbling laughte r sends

ON AWAKENING. The rays of sunshine stream through my window. They come from outs ide where the world is green; The butterflies there flit 'mong the flowers , And the soft' grass is covered w ith velvety sheen, For the dew which has fall en has not yet vanished The dew which has falle n the whole night long. And the bees are appearing, their work to begin . Oh! What in this beautiful world could be wrong? The flowers a re lifting their heads to the morning, To greet the morning, to greet the light . Fe r now 't is four hours after the dawning- Four hours since the day replaced the night. Oh! the world, it is lovely, now there is light. Such a beautiful scene He has made for our sight. A BABY SLEEPING. Here lies a baby sleeping, on his lips The breath of Innocence is calm and sweet. And purity has kissed his curving cheek, His are the infant hours,-the few and fleet. His tender fingers , lying\ half uncurled As only half tenacious of new life, They have not learnt to grasp with greed for that Which must be won, if won at all , by strife . As the young crescent moon can show no scar As yet her slender light gleams pure though faint, As the young rose buds from her dewy case And g listens fresh and free from worldly taint, So in his dawning hours sleeps this child, Careless because oblivious ,of the morrow, Innocence still can deem her charge her own, Sleep on in peace, the future holds much sorrow. THE MESSAGE OF THE BELLS I sat by my window one Sunday night, Alone in the darkne ss w ithout a light; I heard a sound on the still night a ir- The song of bells, that rang so clear. I thought as I listened I heard them say, "Tell of the things that you've done today: Of what you've sa id, of what you've done, Your words and actions, every · one". I told of the good I had done that day, Then told, q uite ashamed , as I needs must say Of other things that I had done, That brought unhappiness to every one. The bells then more loudly did seem to ring, And clearly a nd sweetly f heard them sing :

An invitation to the. sunRy scenes Where Australia's heart blossoms . Tall trees arch over the shady track,

And the green1 leaves rustle in the still, warm air; Birds fl ash down from the mountain heights , To disappear from view. The sun shines down between the leaves,

Creating pleasant, sun-flecked shade; The creek chatte rs down a pebbly bed, And all is soli tude . THE PASSING OF THE WIND. Often on a night of stillness You will hear a sigh. 'Tis the wind in trees and hedges As i t passes by. Followed by a silver moon It passes far away, Fading, as the dawn approaches Heralding the day.

JILL FARRAR, IJJ.A.

JUDITH GREEN

NANCY TOW, III.C.

V. FITZSIMMONS, V.

"That sins might be forgiven He died, So te ll of them to Him" they cried.

JUDITH PALMER, JII.A.

- ). SNAPE, III .B.

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