Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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rooms of the lamented Madison Cawein are still appearing; in current literature. Among the most beautiful and influential of his short poems is At the Day's Close “Through pools of feldspar heav’n above which lies One cloud’s flaming wing, the Cod of Day Wades downward to his death; alone his wa Leap little ripples of the sunset skies; And every stepping-stone of mist he tries With Midas foot, transforms its stony gre To burning gold; until, with one red ray. He sinks, and o’er him. stars, like bubbles rise. So should all Beauty pass; in rich accord With its surroundings; touching Kartli till all Conform with it as an accessory; Transferring to its future the regard Of its own dreams, through which the spiritual At last’s attained and immortality. C OQ - Sleep Sleep comes o’er the aching body. Like a mantle soft and warm. And its gentle folds of darkness Keep us safe from any harm. All the bitterness of day-time. Dark conceit, and anger’s pain. Slip away, for men in slumber Have no thought of paltry gain. For the sad and broken hearted,. Rest is balm for aching grief; To the sick and maimed and suffering Sleep gives peace, and sweet relief. Margaret Brings. 17. 22

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The Sleep of the Birds,” by George Sterling, abounds in beautiful expressions and inspiring thoughts. Where canyon-waters dimly fall or creep, Where fields are still, or down the mournful coast. They cease from singing, and above their sleep Wheel the wild moon and half the starry host. Linnet and gull, the dove and fluting thrush, Are silent in the reaccepted dark; The patient eagles drowse within the bush, And evening grasses hide the dreamless lark. Surely the night seems long, the morrow far. Lntil the eternal fountains foam anew, And mad with day they see the morning star Linger in light, ere splendors touch the dew. I re man had faith, there were bonds of trust Between their weakness anti a power withdrawn. I he wind of wings, the midnight talon-thrust Knowing of this they slumber till the dawn. But we how often, fugitives of care. Awaken when the night is loud or dumb, And see the solemn altars of despair. And dread the dark, and dread the day to come! While human strife rages in the lands across the waters, it is befitting that the song of Peace should be sung. George K. Woodberry selects this theme lor his reverent ideas: I pray for j eace; yet peace is but a prayer. Mow many wars have been in my brief years! All races and all faiths, both hemispheres My eyes have seen embattled everywhere The wide world through; yet do 1 not despair Of peace that slowly through far ages nears. Though not to me the golden morn appears; My faith is perfect in time’s issue fair. For man doth build on an eternal scale. And his ideals are framed of hope deferred ; The millenium came not; yet Christ did not fail. Though ever unaccomplished is His word; Him, Prince of Peace, though unenthroned we hail Supreme, when in all bosoms He be heard. 21

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9.------------------------------------------------------------- s A Tragedy a------- —. — =s TO BEGIN with. He had rescued Her. It is true, she itvs somewhat bedraggled and dirty. But who could expert anything else after a girl, an extremely pretty girl, had been lost for sometime. The trouble all started when they arrived at the confectioner's. Before that, he had thought her perfectly adorable, as indeed site was. Before the fascinating window, her face was glued, her eyes longing. I like candy, site suggested. “You do? Munch? Which was an extremely senseless remark, but what else could you expect from a woman? Well Everything would have been all right, had not He suddenly glanced up and seen through the window the dazzling beautiful stranger He had been wanting to impress. Goodness! What if the Beautiful Stranger should see him with this dirty, adorable well, baby; that's all she was, anyhow! The thought was too awful, lb- mopped his brow. Suddenly a bright idea occurred to him; Look here, dearie, you stay out here a minute and I'll get you some candy. Isn't that just like a man? She smiled rather mischievously all right! My. what a lucky excapo! he exclaimed, plunging into the candy shop and immediately becoming entirely occupied with the Lady of his Dreams. Was she smiling at him? Or. horrible thought, was she--He turned sud- denly, in time to sec Her wink, yes wink, at the Beautiful Stranger—and then sidle up to him, saying, This’s the best. The beautiful lady smiled and passed out. Could it be that she had looked sorry ? She was munching the pink delicacies. He was scowling down on her innocent head. ‘‘You like candy, do you? very sarcastically. ‘‘Uh huh. O'. he burst forth, almost roaring, you little Imp of Satan! “Munch? A very senseless answer—but what else could you expect? She was only four years old. Letitia Me Neel, TO.