The Spike or Victoria College Review, June 1906

Poetry

Poetry.

"The swan, like the soul of the poet,
By the dull world, is ill understood."

Heine.

Sketch of man writing in book

Cook.

Sailor, that strove with cloud and wave and chance
To trace the pathless border of a sea,
The chanting vestal of eternity
Awakened from invulnerable trance
By thy devotion; thou that hadst the glance
To pierce the mocking veil of mystery
Over our waters, make our vision free
To catch the golden flame of circumstance,
To find in duty a greater than the hour
Of triumph, something that the mighty sun
Hath not in his dominion; bid us learn
Thy lesson, that the humblest hath the power,
From the poor world, his labour duly done,
With eyes of shining happiness to turn.

Hubert Church.

Chanson Triste.

O College, fit subject for eloquent praises,
In odes and in stanzas and rhetoric's mazes;
Just listen to us, your poor servants so humble,
We're part of your life, and we'll fall when you crumble.

Song of the Ventilators.

We are really quite the latest, most attractive up-to-datest Thing in modern ventilators.
There are many potent factors, why intelligent contractors,
And the Council Board have backed us;
For we're neat and ornamental, and our style is Oriental,
And the noise we make is gentle;
But we're really not prepared to, no we certainly don't care to
Condescend to let the air through.

Song of the Plaster.

Heigh Ho! I am the plaster, and
I'm made by some great master hand;
You surely will not doubt it.
And if you see a drop or two
Of dampness, use a mop or two,
And say no more about it.

What if I chip and crack a bit,
In beauty I don't lack a bit,
My colour is perfection.
There's nothing really mean in me,
If any one will lean on me,
I'll part with my complexion.

L'Envoi.

O College, fit subject for eloquent praises,
In odes and in stanzas and rhetoric's mazes.
Take heed of the tale of your servants so humble,
Who're part of your life, and who'll fall when you crumble.

sketch of bunch of flowers