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Vol. LT, 



T.ONDON, JANUARY, li)l!). 



No. 1 



Full fifty years of seasons fleet 



Give pause to round another bend, 



A rallying-place for friends to greet 

 Krc onward once again we wend. 



A BREATHING SPELL. 



We ha\e our moments rich and rare; 



Amid long hoiu's of darkest night, 

 When on our vision hursts the glare 



Of meteor's trail or Northern 

 Light; 



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A gallant fiood of noble sweep 



Our stream holds bravely on its 

 course, 

 With sparkling face and limpid deep 

 That draw from rills beside the 

 source. 



A varied scene its banks display 

 In wood and swamp and far ravine; 



By mill and farm it makes its way. 

 By garden-plot and pasture green. 



All honour then to those before 

 Who pointed first the distant goal; 



From hill to vale who steadfast bore 

 To trace the course our w^aters roll. 



With outlook wide, from upland slope, 

 Our fathers viewed all Nature's 

 ground ; 



We strive within a smaller scope 

 To perfect out our little round. 



II. 



Children at play upon the shore 

 Of a mysterious, murmuring sea — 



But gathered shells is all our lore. 

 The vaunt of poor humanity. 



'Mid doubt and error on we go, 



By glimmering star a path we steer ; 



To seek the truth but not to know. 

 The lot of all who voyage here. 



Till comes with dawn the lookout's 

 call, 

 Strange ships beat up by wind and 

 lee. 

 In one great quest adventurers all 

 We sail no more a lonely sea. 



III. 



Within the heart's all-cherished shrine 

 Of talents manifold are three 



That Nature's mysteries best divine — - 

 Love, Reverence, and Humility. 



In earnest work, in eager play. 



By Nature-love united all, 

 With might and main do what we 

 may. 

 Nor boast the great, nor scorn the 

 small. 



"So much to do, so little done" 

 Each lonely labourer's parting sigh, 



Then speed the work so well begun, 

 The common purpose cannot die. 



Each has his place within the plan, 



His proper place none else may fill ; 



In brotherhood our course began. 



By brotherhood is furthered still. 

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.Then onward once again we wend 

 From rallying-place for friends to 

 greet. 



From pause to round another bend 

 And fifty years of seasons fleet. 



Frank Morris 

 Peterborough, Dec, 1918. 



