Baldwin School - Prism Yearbook (Bryn Mawr, PA)

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Mentor ong Tune—“Stille Thrduen”—Schumann Although our paths divergent Lead under distant skies, And though new vistas open Before our eager eyes, The happy years we have spent here, The friendships that we have made, Are one with us, cannot leave us, Nor from our memory fade. And thus, into your keeping We give, and say good-bye, The lamp of true good friendship ’Twas ours to keep it high. And if we failed to do so, Tis yours to take and try. Elizabeth W. Barringer 16

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Mentor $oem “£ 3e Come in tfjc Co ID of C0orn” Iphigenia in Tauris In the cold of the early morning We have come to watch for the dawn, And the wet mist spreads around us And the last of the stars is gone. Then far on the dim horizon A flush sweeps up the sky And streaks the clouds with crimson Like veils, by the wind blown high. Slowly the dawn comes, shining, With the golden sun in her hands, With her hair like the gold of sunbeams, Alone in the sky she stands— A hush spreads over us softly At the sight of a beautiful thing; And as we stand there listening, The birds begin to sing. Our hearts are filled with their singing And our faces wet with the dew; We watch the sunrise fading And the sky turns deeper blue. Higher still through the heavens The dawn bears the golden sun. And now her hair is flame-tinged, And swiftly her white feet run. Now all the world is singing, But we alone are still, Watching the glow of the sunrise Fading behind the hill. And there in the cool of the morning, Hushed by the sight of the dawn We feel in our hearts the whisper Of a voice saying, “On, go on!” Eloise Crowell Smith 15

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