Boston Latin School - Liber Actorum Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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CL a 55 p oem The boy plunged into the forest. He was young and curious. A few steps within its cool vaults, And he heard a murmur. At first faint and intermittent, Its volume increased Until the wind urged the pines To speak it clearly to the heavens: “Therefore, get wisdom; And, with all thy getting, Get understanding.” The boy looked for the speaker. “Forsake her not, And she shall preserve thee.” It pealed forth To all the glades and hollows. The boy listened with wonderment. “Exalt her, And she shall promote thee; She shall bring thee to honor When thou dost embrace her.” Where was she? How could he find her? The boy turned away And began to search. The stars Thrust their heads through the night’s black mantle, And withdrew As the rays of the sun began to push them back. The boy was weary. He had searched Everywhere in this wood. He had met others like himself: Some still looking, some without hope. Countless were the times He had heard the voice Echoing from tree to tree, Louder each time.

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Clinton Burnett Wilbur

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The bov came out of the forest. He was young, but somehow different. He had not found her; But before him Lay a boundless field, Open and free, Beckoning. Here were new r things to be discovered: Things to pick. Things to plant. Suddenly a beam of sunlight Split the cloud above, And he saw her. He knew where he was to go now. He turned And gave a farewell glance to the forest. KEITH PIERSON GARLAND 5