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

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Madonna and Child Madonna bent Her head and smiled Upon the Holy Angel Child. The halo ' round Her head did shine, And Mary said, This Child is Thine, Unto the Lord! The Angels sang in Bethlehem , Of peace on earth, good will toward men. And came to worship from afar, Guided by a radiant star, Three Wise -men I He ivas, they said, upon His birth, Born to be the Lord of Earth. Of mortals ' souls, He was the Guide; A Savior bom, a martyr died. He is the Lord! Dorothy Easson, Low Seven. The Birth of Christ Long, long ago, three very wise men Were riding their camels to Bethlehem. Their guide had been a gleaming star, That led them to Him from afar. All night long the angels did sing, Of the little Lord Jesus, the new-born King. Phyllis McCarter, Low ' Eight. A Tale of Bethlehem The stars of Bethlehem, one night, Shone on a babe, their holy light, This babe was born on Christmas Day, And shepherds, homage came to pay. The angels sang with golden voice, The burden of their song — Rejoice! The bells, so sweet, rang in the morn, ' Tis Christmas and the Christ Child ' s born. That day is gone. We ' ll not forget, That Jesus came — ' Tis ivith us yet, That phrase repeated oft again: Peace be on earth! Good will to men. Mary Grot, High Nine. [24]

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BLACK SHEEP Esau, with his tall shepherd ' s staff, skillfully guided the sheep up the trail. Proudly, he watched the one black sheep scramble behind the leader. On that sheep, depended the life of Esau ' s mother. His father would take it into Bethlehem on the morrow and the priest would offer it as a burnt offering to the Almighty, so that his mother would be well again. True, he would be sorry not to see it scamper about, but he would be far more sorry if his dear mother were to die. It was a clear, cold night as Esau herded the sheep to the pasture grounds on the summit of the hills. The stars shone brightly and twinkled merrily, trying to sparkle the glad tidings to those human beings — the tidings that were to glorify the world. Esau noticed the one particularly bright star which seemed to throw a pathway of light beyond the walls of the city. Yes! It would be a grand night. The shepherds huddled around the fire would be singing to the heavens. There he was, almost at the top, just around the turn. The path, here, was very narrow and steep. Esau dreaded this place. When one looked down so far, one felt a hollow feeling in his stomach. On this side of the path, the hill went straight down, its steepness, undented except for a small rock ledge, a few feet from the trail. There! He was past the turn. He had been leading the sheep at this part of the journey and as he looked back he immediately noticed the absence of the black sheep. He stopped and carefully watched each sheep as it rounded the turn, and still no black sheep appeared. Sick with fear, Esau thought of the steep mountain side, and mother. First, the other sheep must be led still farther, then he would return. Oh, yes! then he would return. As he walked, silently, down the trail, the stars, which before had seemed so beautiful, now seemed to mock him. He rounded the dreaded turn and peered anxiously over the edge. But what! T here it lay on the small ledge, just beyond his grasp. It was lying down and its breath was coming in gasps. If it would only stand up, then he could lift it onto the trail. Esau prodded it gently with his staff, but it didn ' t stir. He spoke and sang softly to it, but to no avail. Oh! if it would only get up. Esau lay on the trail far into the night, until his every muscle was stiff, waiting until it would finally rise. And then the most beautiful happened. From behind the clouds, hosts of angels appeared, singing Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Then slowly, oh so slowly, the black sheep began to rise. Idella Searl, High Eight. ★ ★ ★ Madonna Standing there in silence, Abiding, blessed, mild, Pure in thy stately calm, Bearing the Holy Child. Fair and gentle one, Glowing with God ' s might, As hidden heavenly hosts Sing of the Savior ' s might. Marie Morholt, Low Nine. [23]

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The Mother of Jesus God sent to us a loving babe From Heaven to the earth below, And gave to Him a mother dear, The Madonna, whom ive know. Loving hands, she used to guide Him, As He tvent about His play. And a loving heart, she gave Him, In her understanding ivay. We are sure her ears did listen For His shout of pain or joy. And her eyes would follow, quickly, Every movement of her boy. Jesus must have loved her dearly As she sang to Him, and smiled; Staying to herself serenely, This is Christ, the Holy Child. Mary Jane Yost, Low Nine. Mother of Mercy Oh, Mother of Mercy, Mother of Grace, A tale of love in thy heavenly face, The light of the aura does not compare, With thine eyes of compassion, thy saintly air. Oh, Mother of Mercy, Mother of Right, Guard thy Babe throughout the night, Oh, Mother of Mercy, so tender and mild Keep from all harm thy Holy Child. Helen Jacovleff, Low Eight. Madonna and Child Tenderly, the Virgin Mary gazes at her holy child; Beautiful is she, patient, loving, mild. ' Round them shines a radiant, golden, glowing light, And joyously, the angels sing, on this most glorious night. Heavenly hosts attend the babe, who, innocent and pure In manhood, gave His life to cleanse, and make man strong and sure; Oh, Madonna, happy, Thou, to be the mother of such a Son, For all the world doth worship Him, the Merciful, Almighty One. Peggy Phillips, Low Nine. [25]