Wilson College - Conococheague Yearbook (Chambersburg, PA)

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5 Cofvocofr 6 , 1 -, CHEAGUE fs Must be gathered from the orchards, For, 'twas said, that when the Indian On the moon's horn could a pail hang, Then the apples would be juicy ll' straight gathered to the storehouse. lVhen the harvest-time was over, ln white tents, in fields and orchards, Did they hold great feasts together, ln the garden fair of labor, Where no strife disturbs the quiet, Gathered once a band of women, VVho would seek to know the power . KK , u A, ,g- it fav- ln deep cauldrons boiled and bubbled Thick, black apple-butterg cider Flowed in clear streams, and the land was Running over with rich plenty. So the Spirit of hard labor, With its fruits, and tired contentment, Dwells within the happy valley. KNOWLEDGE .x3: va A-1 N-3. vw- X ,z H- , W ' ' ' 1 i 'XB 7'f 1'-tease. Y T LQ? - ,,ria?'2 5fE-ii, efeffef T f --Q A-25? gigf---:Ejai ' X ' f-iig? 172' :, .g F ' ef :-so ifff' -,. l 351533-- 4:4--f-fLf'i2fTi-: 'X i WI' . xL?v?::4-aQ ,EEijLZ'5g.',X if-I g '-Q T W E ,N all f .- ' --fr:'1'g'Z' '. WZ, g, rf 31-1 , li ' f X 9 1- appiiezf-2--i++::-,-gL.1'1-'f 4 '-' ff' Y WYQJW 951' ff fwff ' . f- J .. . ' f f .1 ' r effL-1-L-of ig-get SEM-w ' That doth rule the earth and hcavensg XVho .would seek the way of wisdom, To live as their God intended, VVhen l-le made the streams and mountains For the pleasure of His peopleg They would praise Him in the study Of a life, divine and perfect, As 'tis given to man to follow, ln the language of their brethren, They would seek to know their naturesg ln the stories of past peoples They would lind the best and followg ln the movements ofthe heavens They would reverence His powerg ln the loveliness of llowers They would see His thoughtful kindness. And the band grew large and stronger, And more wise and ever better, As they learned the laws of living, Laws of Love and Harmony.

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CoNoco, ,.,,i,a,j-. , ,I CxHEAGUEx 3 1 , ff ,I . saratfaaww eg Live in peace when there ye wander, Trap no creature, kill no great beast, Trouble not the happy waters, Let the birds Sing altogether, Fight your battles on the mountains, For a vast, mysterious Being Wills the meadows to be happy, Wills peace, plenty, and contentment. Then they smoked a pipe together, In a hollow, green and shadowed, There they danced and smoked a Peace Pipe, And the smoke curled all the morning From the Peace Pipe of the Indians, From the hollow, green and shadowed, And a blue haze rose, then settled Dimly ofer the fruitful valley, Like the great wings of a spirit Spread abroad and brooding kindly, In the lowland of Contentment Rules a Spirit of Industry, From the quaint and reverent people That baptized them in the rivers, That prayed by the light of candles, Shining on their serious faces, When they gathered in the evening In humility of service, With the kiss of peace fast sealing Petty rifts and curing sorrows, INDUSTRY C57 O'er the grain fields and the white springs. And the Indians fought and hunted On the mountains, in the forests, But beneath the smoky great wings Smiled the lowland in contentment, And the beasts roamed and the birds sang And the fish splashed in the sunshine, And no arrow pierced the blue haze, E'en the youth who sought his dream beast For a charm pouch, turned to new quests When the creature reached the valley, For it there must live uninjured. So the green vale is a garden, Smiling, golden, and will be thus While the smoke floats, low and softly, From the Peace Pipe of the Indians, While the Spirit, loving, gracious, Spreads his broad gray wings above it. All the fields they tilled and planted, Fairest flowers they cared and tended VVhen the moon was near the Virgo, For, 'twas said, that then the virgin, f'lPosey VVoman, did they call herl Would protect all fragile blossoms. When the harvest came they gathered In their barns, whose doors were blue, bright Wondrous store of grains and sweet fruits, When the moon was wet, the apples

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