Philadelphia High School for Girls - Milestone Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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22 Un the shore by the boat stands a gentle young maid 3 She lingers a moment and seems half afraid g She turns from the stream looking over the land, 0'er the lowlands and mountains, so lofty and grand. Though I long to depart, yet it is hard to go From the ones who have helped me and cared for me so. ln the fields where I toiled, will it still be the same ? X'Vill the flowers and blossoms remember my name? Ah no, they'll forget: they will bloom just as fair XVhen my sister shall give them her fostering care. The mountains forget when the long years have Heetec The sound of the voice which they oft have repeated. l These, all these my friends,-must I leave them behind, The flowers, the blossoms, the whispering wind? But hark, what is that now I hear? 'Tis the sound Of the voice of my leaders, whom always I found S0 patient, so helpful, oft troubled and tried, Ever ready our faltering footsteps to guide. They cannot forget we have once been true friends. There's a joy in the thought, however it tends To make partings easy ! Yet is it to part XVith the strong ties unbroken that bind heart to heart? No, sympathy, comradeship hold us as one, And the long years of friendship have only begun. The maiden no longer trembled or feared, And a radiant smile on her young face appeared. U'er the fields came a maid who was younger than she, XK'l1o greeted her sister and laughed happily, And helped her step into her small restless boat As it tugged at its moorings impatiexft to float. v O

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33 Then the maid bade farewell to her sister, the girl, And a tiny white sail she began to unfurl. Next year you will go: may you too find the joy That no care or sorrow can ever destroy. The bark is set free, one moment it stays, Then this way aml that it trexnbles and sways, The wind Hlls the sails. Like a graceful white bird It flutters away without ever a word, Till at last it appears a mere speck on the stream. There comes through the air like the voice of a dream The song of the maiden in sweet joyful strain, And the lark in the sky catches up the refrain, And the whole is repeated and sung o'er and o'er By the echoing hills and the fields and the shore.