Dominican College of San Rafael - Firebrand Yearbook (San Rafael, CA)

Page 143 text:

REACTION TO CONCERT I feel the ache of a love that cannot be answered For I stand on the brink of new life. But I falter. Am I afraid? I would be transferred to other living By this new life, I would be treasured, would not be my own. I cannot answer the sweet ache-filled summons. I try, but cannot pass the open wall Of my deficiency. I fear the glory, the high call. The wide broad rage of blood, The passioned sacrifice! One trumpet note brings the house Crashing down. Was blood spent there. Up on the final height. Where my dream broke to red? This was a song deeper than other songs. More full of power than could be played or sung. Marguerite O ' Reilly ' 50 139

Page 142 text:

IMPRESSION OF PIANO RECITAL Hands, Swift, sure, strong. Flying humming-birds over black and white Blossoms. Fingers tearing thunder from the keyboard. Bring softest rain to ears instead of eyes. Now ffying, now stopping for inaudible breath, Their wing-wheel carries beauty Out to hungry worlds. Here is the scent of the rose Intangibly present. Here is the over and the undertone Of love, of its refrain. Here from the magic of the artisan The dreamer spins religion, and the dream And mood of every time, and area. Hands and man ' s memory. Man and the song endowed by God. Beauty and Man, And God beyond them both. Fingers easily broken. Weaving for earth the everlasting song. Marguerite O ' Reilly ' 50

Page 144 text:

THE STILLED BELL I sleep on the battlefields, Still as a broken bell; Impulse to rise And guard the dead Is quelled. Evermore is quelled. For I am spirit-full And bodyless. And death prevails in stark silence Over my blood-sodden Homelands. Now The sound of peace-blown horns Fills the silence Of decadent civilizations. Engulfs peoples. Dispels grief, Recalls the distant choirs Over forgotten Nazareth. But I sleep on the battlefields, Still as a broken bell; Yet I know about peace, Without words. Shelagh Scoville ' 50 140