Centenary College of Louisiana - Yoncopin Yearbook (Shreveport, LA)

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ETHB YONCOPIN AGE A port within whose arms the tired ship may rest, Safe from the hidden rocks and reefs and the billows plumed crest. Quiet after the storm of youth and the struggle of the deep, The pilot folds the tattered sail and waits for sleep. Soft about the battered prow, the moonlit waters lap, As the soft, white eyelids of a child close in an evening nap. Gone the heartaches of all youth, the follies and the tears, For only age itself can teach the soothing power of years. A port where but in dreams one knows the dangers of the sea, So, said the man of years, Old age seems to me. But the youth replied, Life is indeed the sea, But age is not its blessing; thus it seems to me; A port within whose bounds the ship must rest, Weary, battered, worn and torn by the billows breaking crest. Quiet after the cruise of life and the glory of the deep, Gone the sound of the whistling wind and the sight of the watery sweep That raises high the sturdy prow toward the swollen heaven ' s grey, Gone the sound of the flapping sails and the taste of the salty spray. A port where one knows longing dreams and pangs of memory, As the empty shell on the harbor shores sings the song of the open sea. Work and rest; deeds and dreams; youth and age, the borderlands of day: One the dawning ' s flame-like red, the other evening ' s grey. Mary Louise Hussey.