Auburn Maine School of Commerce - Ray Yearbook (Auburn, ME)

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SHIPS O'er the sea I shall sail, In the splendor of a sunset, Or in the glory of a sunrise. My ship shall carry me along Down to the Southern Seas, Where all is warmth and glory. I shall see the blue of the sea ' Which challenges that of the sky, For both are of a brilliant hue. The islands are of sand and palms With brilliant flowers and birds, Sparkling brooks, and shining rocks. On the island I shall stay awhile, But to my ship I shall return, For the open sea is my destiny. - -M. W . Andrews CHRISTMAS MORNING It is morning So bright and gay. Not unlike spring, As one might say. You hear church bells, Pealing far away. Down in yonder dell You follow your way. The snow is crisp, And all is sparkling. Everyone is gay And joyfully shouting. CHRISTMAS NIGHT Bring out your sleigh, Bring out old Dobbin. The snow is coming down, It's coming thick and fast Put on your woolen cap, Get out your heavy coat. The night is wonderful With sparkling whiteness. Listen to those bells, Listen to those chimes. They're all calling you For it's almost time. The air is clear, T119 SKY is Clear, with a biting cold. The moon is bright- The birds you hear, The air is cold, And your heart is light. Are bright as gold. The boys are playing, Hear the hoof-beats, With Bngwmen and SuCh,, The runners of the sleigh. The Snowballs aye flvi See the twinkling lights, Not hitting very much. Everyone is happy, Everyone is singing. Today as you know Is Christmas morning. --M.W ns. .A All over the country side. We're going to mass, To midnight mass. For this is the night, 'Tis Christmas night. MoWo-A. 0