James Madison University - Bluestone Schoolmaam Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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Like a prayer our mountains pray, The sun looked over the hilltops, And lo, it had slipped away. jUornmg Massanuttcu Mists HE blue-grey mist of the morning Crept softly before the day; It kissed the flowers and grasses And chased the wee starlets away. It came from the distant mountains And gently around us spread A curtain as soft and shielding As the angels ' wings overhead. The mellowed clang of cow bells ; A dog ' s far, muffled bark ; A faint, pale glimmer of streetlight A-filtering through the dark. As the mist thus hung above us -Margaret Proctor Cbentng Sunset from Spotszvood The sun is sinking in the west, and see, A flame leaps up and crimson stains the sky. The hills are wrapped in dusky purplish hue ; The mountains, blacker with the twilight ' s fall, Stand out against a flaming wall of light. That shatters into glowing rainbow hues. Pale tints of purest green, and turquoise blues. A Master Hand now blends once more those tones. Those lights that fade and glows that quickly change. The dark blue clouds are cast with golden shades, And high above, a new moon hangs atilt. It fades ; a darksome cloud climbs o ' er the moon — Turns all the world to gray; the gloom of night Sinks down upon our hearts. Ye are depressed : So is ' t with life — the dark must follow light. And vet — tomorrow comes a new sunrise. -Nella Roark