Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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wit 'N AA. -.-f' -3, , ,- F with we f 1, ., W1 '7'v I, '42 , im K N 1 ,v fc' -,g 5.1.-, 'Q ff ' 4,41 - Lil' 'K - ' .7 ' . 17 ' 'QR ii , Kuhn ' Af, . H2 Wd S0725 ANG! 0 H-:L riff' . VF W- ,,g.a'-TI' By john Bunker , ,',' 'V Aw! i in 'fn my .. p l-6, ffilg ,if lp,13A9 As I walked through the wood ' 1 L? lk K '- 1 - All in the twilight grey ,im - 'YEL u , fi , fy-T F I met a little man Hi Y .. Af . . 4' X ff sg, Who on a pipe did play. it n I ' if:pzL2 4? fl -I He played on a little pipe ,- f . . fx 1' A little fairy tune, Bottle-green was his coat And yellow were his shoon. Lightly he skipped before me All in the twilight grey, And I, I followed after To hear how he did play. Through the dusky wood, Along the dusky road For many a mile he played his tune And I behind him strode. Then suddenly he vanished Quicker than I can say- All in the fall of the year, All in the twilight grey. Long years ago I lost him, Nor ever again have seen His skipping step, his yellow shoon, His coat of bottle-green. Long years ago I lost him, And yet beneath the moon I sometimes seem to hear his pipe Playing a lonely tune. Wriftciz for the Seniors of Cedar Grove Academy Cincinnati, Ohio, April, I927. 34

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F RE I-IME Standing-flcfr ro righrlz DOROTHY MOORMAN, MARGARET SCHNEIDER, EDNA LEISGANG, MARY MILLER, CATHERINE BAUMAN, MARIORIE POWERS, CATH- ERINE HORGAN, ANGELA BONFIELD, VERA DOROER, CATHERINE OVEREERG, HELEN MARIE PLAGGE, ADELE PAYNE, HARRIET LEE. SC21fCdTClCfC to rightlz RUTH SCHNEIDER, NORMA MEYER, ELIZABETH NAEER, DOROTHY LUTHER, NATALIE KEY, AGNES JANE CLARK, EDITH MONAHAN. 33

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Kimloip Oh, the heart of me goes roaming To a land across the sea, And visions of an Emerald Isle Come drifting back to me. My fancy sees her placid lakes Reflecting sunlit hills, Her smiling vales, and purple peaks, And silver mountain rills. I hear the song of the wee brown thrush, And the blackbird's answering call, The thrill of the lark in the morning sky, And the tumbling water-fall. I feel the grasp of a friendly hand, And I hear the kindly word, By the lilt of a song as it rolls along My Gaelic soul is stirred. But why does a sadness steal o'er me, And the vision grow dim with my tears? For ne'er have I seen this land o' my dreams, Tho' my heart's been her captive for years. 'Tis the strong voice of kindred gives answer It calls from afar o'er the sea, And so I set sail in my dream ship And bring Erin's visions to me. Mary Horgan, ,L7 The ejlfl.6ZJ'l'67 ,J' CAIN Down the street came the man who sings From door to door a-mending things, And knowing how much he could do for me- Comc here, I said to him ho efullyg And then in his outstretched handjl wistfully laid A heart with a break I had newly made. He touched it reverently then handed it back. To mend this, my lass, is a power I lackg For , said he, 'tis a Master's art To mend a break in a human heart. Helen Winters, '17 35