Garfield Junior High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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POEMS BY JUNE DOWLER Low Nine. Beyond the Hills In a dim, eternal silence of the hour Before the torch of Heaven has been aloft, While gray and gloomy sky threatens To circle all around and crush out the starlight I wish to know what ' s lying there Beneath that quivering star of eve, As it begins to dive into the waves; With pines outlined in black Against the sky, Beyond the hills. The flush of morning floods this gloomy gray. The star has drowned, an overpowering might, But still I think of what must be Beyond the hills. Some voice in many tongues, calls, Calls to me with its beivitching accent. A heavenly gold is luring me to dream And with its lost burnished flame Subjects the farthest hill. This leaping flame bums in my heart And sets alight the fire of all desire Which leaps out to the great unknown, Beyond the hills. Who knotvs but what, love, life, and liberty lie Where the star of eve falls, and a strange voice, calls Beyond the hills? Proserpina Proserpina, oh, spirit of spring! The night has departed, with shadows and stars; The dawn-sky is radiant, the lark-heralds sing; Apollo has broken his cloud-prison bars. Proserpina, hasten, with music and light, A soft rush of fragrance and sunshine and dew I Fly to the old earth and scatter your joy — Hark! for Aurora is calling to you. Proserpina, hasten, oh, spirit of spring, To the hearts of the people and heart of the earth, Bring springtime and joytime, dawn-time and light, And all of thy spirit ' s true gladness and worth. [21]

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POEMS BY SARA HELEN LEE Low Nine. Yearning Ah, God of Poetry, if thou wouldst but give One crystal poem to thy striving slave; That, when I died, it might behind me live, To ease the unkind silence of my grave. One thought to whisper to myself in death, One thought that would redeem my empty life, One thought the world might sigh tuith precious breath, When pausing in the midst of strife. Oh, God of Poetry, I do not ask for fame, I beg of you, one brief, but lasting line Which men will couple with my humble name, One thought, which I may call mine — truly mine. Aspiration I want a house — a friendly house, Where I can hide away. A house to stretch its pine-wood arms In welcome, at close of day. I want a house — a tiny house, Under the sky of blue. I tuant a house that ' s cozy and bright, To tell my secrets to. I ' m tired of the house, Ym living in, With its gray, unfriendly stone I ivant a house, that ' s more than a house — I want a house that ' s a home. Moonlight In the hush of hilltops, Green, with budding grass, I have seen the moon rise, Seen the shadows pass. Seen the willow, loxuly, Bow her shapely head Before an unseen presence, A queen, unheralded. Through the bending rushes, Dim, with silver light, In every dreaming valley Spring has passed tonight. [20]

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POEMS BY JOAN HAUSER Low Eight Christmas Chimes Ring softly o ' er the world, sweet chime, Tell all ivho live ' tis Christmas time. We love the pealing of the bell, Which, in its ringing, seems to tell The glory of the first Noel. What say the bells as soft they ring? What is the message that they bring? Why peace on earth, good will toward men, Though ages old, ' tis new again, And just as welcome, now ' , as then. Ring clear and siveet, ring loud and wide. Ring in the joyous Christmas-tide. Toll out to nations, far and near Your message is for all the year. Ring out, Oh, bells, so all can hear. Madonna Queen of mothers, Oh, Mary, art thou: A halo of light shines on thy brow; Gently thou hold est thy Holy Son — The Son of God, the Perfect One. A heavenly light is in thine eyes, Thou hast heard a message from the skies — The angels singing the sweet refrain, Peace on earth, good will toivard men. ' ' 1 Lullaby Sleep, little Babe, on your bed of hay, A star shines, brightly, o ' erhead. It turns the dark night to the brilliance of day. God ' s glory shines all ' round your bed. Sleep, little child, in your soft, snowy bed. Sleep, as the Babe, long ago. God ' s glory, also, shines ' round your head And the Christmas star is aglow. [22]