Good Counsel High School - Counselor Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Temptation Come just a little nearer, I'm a Torchlight, little Moth, If you do you'll be transfigured, all your rivals greatly wroth, Don't idly buzz about my door, you'll miss the fun in here For I've a first class dwelling, it has comfort, light and cheer. But my dress is very flimsy and your warmth might singe my wings, I think it much the wiser to beware of your bright things. But now you're very near me and no harm has come to you If you come a little closer you shall have a better view, Y'ou'll see my golden coffers and my stores of envied wealth And you'll enjoy living and long years of endless health, Not so, I saw my sister moth, fly in to your arms so bright And now in vain we look for her with all our main and might. You haven't searched the right place, dear, she's sound asleep in bed, Within my tranquil domain, fairies pillow soft her head, Just take a litftle glance now, your reward shall not be vain, Then you'll return tomorrow and be glad to look again. No. Mother Moth awaits me just a stone's throw from your door, I promised her I'd NEVER tread upon your golden floor. Dear little Moth, you're prudent and you have a mother wise I'm glad you don t want singey wings like other naughty flies, Go, Love, and bring your mother then you'll see that what I say Is full of truth and kindness, moths fly to my arms each day. O do they? said the weakening moth, I'll go for mother, then, First let me ask 1ny sister if she's happy in your den. She took one step, another, then she flapped her gauzy wings The flame lit up her flimsy dress and scorched her snow white things, Their beauty gone, she fell into a black and ugly heap, And the little moth paid dearly for her vain, imprudent peep. 0, be not, little lfambkins like this wavering little moth For she though warned, and wary in an evil hour was caught. There is a Flame, a Living One, wherein you're safe to bask An Open Heart, a wounded Heart, His N-ame you need not ask The closer to His love you live, the worthier your life. O, little lambkins, frisk about God's Feet and shun all flame That is not kindled in His Heart and does not bear His Name. s. M. AQ .ffibse Y Page Twenty fhree Q f Xen! my .oi fl: 7 f l, P .. f- sv- , 'N , ,, T1i,4,--W, , ww- u , WW YVYY - ,ffl '-3551! xl 'rms , ,,.,,.,..,... ...........-...,.,...,.,.....t.,.,.,.,..,....,..,..,....,.,......,..,...,.,.,.....,3N..........,,.......,,..:1..,.,,if..,. 3 ig- .,y,1V-,:v X 416, -L . 'f':':' A f 'Q' ' g , I- e It 1 . 'uni' .' . V , 3. A U V K