Central High School - Mirror Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Somewhere Somewhere the tide wave turns, Somewhere a beacon burns, Somewhere there is light for the dreary, Somewhere there's a race well run, Somewhere at the set of the sun But it's weary, the waiting, weary. Somewhere there’s a harbor calm, Somewhere are the breezes balm. Somewhere there’s a shore not dreary. Somewhere there’s a shore of light. Somewhere at the fall of night— But it’s wearv, the waiting, weary. Somewhere my ship may land. Somewhere on a sunlit strand, Somewhere there’s a day more cheery. Somewhere o’er the rolling wave, Somewhere the storms cease to rave But it’s weary, the waiting, weary. —r. E. w. Every breeze that stirs the glade Has some sweet joy to bring us: Every bird hid in the shade Has some sweet song to sing us; Every cloud that sails the sky Has golden beams for living; Every heart that breathes a sigh Sighs only when repining; Every star that greets the night Is hope without misgiving: Every man is giv’n the sight To see the joy of living: Every song of night and day Is Nature’s gladness voicing: Everyone has some small way To set the world rejoicing. —P. E. W. 27

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YANCEY LITERARY SOCIETY

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SPANISH CLUB