Cumnock School - Chronicle Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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FLIGHTS

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Ever let the fancy roam, said Keats. And so we have. Sometimes soaring into the clear atmosphere of poetry, some- times trying philosophy to guide us through the clouds of misunderstanding, and sometimes resting firmly on the solid ground of humor, we have in these pages tried to put into words some of our most pleasant fancies. May they awaken your imagination and stir you to mirth.

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A PRAYER june Rhinock Give me the stars on a velvet sky. Give me the wind on a mountain high. Show me the hills in purple light Give me the quietude of night. Give me the plains-a sunset red. Let me live over the life l've led. Give me peaceg and come what may Give me the fortitude of day. Give me the trees, in verdant green. Give me the joy that might have been Let it be autumng and soon again Give me the sound of the pattering rain. Give me the sea, the placid sea. The golden sun-light that falls on the lea Give me respite from cares and strife- Show me the loveliness of life. FROM THE IAPANESE wreaths of fragile violets their fragrance bringing swarms of jewelled butterflies alas! they hide a coffin i .C. C.