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Waikato Times, Volume 124, Issue 20774, 6 April 1939, Page 24 (Supplement)

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The moon of the harvest grew high and bright, As her golden horn pierced the cloud of white— A footstep was heard in the rustling brake, Where the beech overshadowed the misty lake, And a mournful voice, and a plunge from shore, — And the hunter was seen on the hills no more. When years had passed on, by that still lakeside The fisher looked down through the silver tide, And there, on the smooth yellow sand displayed, A skeleton wasted and white was laid, And’t was seen, as the waters moved deep and slow, That the hand was still grasping a hunter’s bow. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Class 4—Test Recital. Gentlemen. ON THE RAMPARTS. The gold sun sets above the solemn sands; The strained sight aches across the yellow sea. In front, around, the solitude expands, Grim, terrible, devoid of flower or tree. The waste seems dead: No line of red Upon the horizon brings the city cheer. Fierce foes surround; Their trumpets sound; No answering English bugle-note rings clear. Upon the ramparts, lo! one paces slow; From time to time he gazes o’er the sands; If morning brings not help all hope must go. He lifts to silent heaven strong urgent hands. Is help not nigh, O starlit sky And Eastern moon whose white orb glitters past ? Black glooms the night. No help in sight! Must the beleaguered city fall at last ? Morning ! The thin mist rises in the air; Not yet the great sun flashes from the sky. The grim and silent watcher still is there. To-day must bring relief, or all must die. Gaze once again Across the plain; One last wild look, for now the sun shines clear. Ah! bayonets gleam; It is no dream; Our England's help can reach us even here ! —From “The Pageant of Life,” by George Barlow. Class 7—Recitation. Girls under 8. THE RAINBOW FAIRIES. Two little clouds one summer’s day Went flying through the sky. They went so fast they bumped their heads, And both began to cry. Old Father Sun looked out and said, “Oh, never mind, my dears, I’ll send my little fairy folk To dry your falling tears.” One fairy came in violet, And one in indigo, In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,— They made a pretty row. They wiped the cloud tears all away, And then, from out the sky, Upon a line the sunbeams made, They hung their gowns to dry. —L. M. Hadley. Class B—Recitation.8 —Recitation. Girls under 10. THE CLOTHES-LINE. Hand in hand they dance in a row, Hither and thither, and to and fro. Flip .' flap! flop! and away they go— Flutt’ring creatures as white as snow. Like restive horses they caper and prance; Like fairv-tale witches they wildly dance; Rounded 'in front, but hollow behind, They shiver and skip in the merry March wind. One' I saw dancing excitedly, Struggling so wildly till she was free. Then, leaving pegs and clothes-line behind her, I saw her gleam, like a sail, in the sun. Flipping, and flapping, and flopping for fun. Nobody knows where she now can be, Hid in a ditch, or drowned in the sea. She was my handkerchief not long ago. But she'll never come back to my pocket I know. Charlotte Druitt Cole.