La Sierra College Prep School - Memory Trails Yearbook (Arlington, CA)

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SFVENTFFN Ctlllass Bunn NVILLODEL, KAVANAUGH Midst the toil and the care of the work of the clay, I had paused for a moment of rest, And I drew to one side to a corner seclude That at least was by quietness blest. Then I wearily dropped in a soft old arm chair NX'itl1 my head on a pillow reclined And my eyes lightly closed, for I fain would have slept, But a vision crept into my mind. 'Twas of pictures that hang now on memories wall, Yes- a vision of things that are passed. Some were times of great joy, some of times of sad grief But on school scenes my eyes dwelt at last. First I thought of the day that I started to school, Of the years that soon followed so fast, Of the school house built on both grove, hill and vale, And the one that the broolclet flowed past. I remembered the year that I finished the grades, When I entered a much harder field, Of my joys and my griefs while pursuing this course, And the lessons hard study revealed. Then, what feelings of joy as I thought of a spot 'I'hat's so dear to my heart still todayg 'Tis the school where I spent the most happy years That have fallen my lot long the way. 'Twas a school that for beauty it is not surpassed, In the country away from all strife, Its three building of gray, on the side of a hill, Where the students could lead a calm life. I remember of resting upon those wide lawns That were bordered with hedges of green. Witli rose hedge in front and a cedar in back And enjoying the beautiful scenes. There were patches of flowers, gold, purple and pink, And the trees dotted campus all along, And the orchard and garden scenes blent picturesque While the girls and the birds joined in song. Now it seems that again I am in that old school And can join in the free happy cry: For I hear that old bell ring in silvery tones And I see our big flag waving high. u'uN'l'ixi'1f:im ox lam:-1 rwri:'i'Yvi'iil:l-Il-im

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