Hamden Hall Country Day School - Perennial Pine Yearbook (New Haven, CT)

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How And And For How IFIIH often have I looked around seen the autumn trees, wished to thank the Lord above beauties such as these? often have I felt the pain Of gnawing hunger stilled, When God provided food for me And I was quickly filled? There have been many times, I know, When I have felt quito sadg And just a hurried thought of God Would make me feel so glad. You're always sure to find a friend In your good Lord aboveg Worship,serve,and pray with Him And Cat's eyes That dance Reflecting Arise when honor Him with love. Marilyn Dewolf '45 TO A CAT'S EYES that flame like orb of silver moon, and flicker as the dying fires, none of those deep thoughts which soon Phoebud chariot retires. So clear but merciless they seem to me, As ocean depth on cloudy winter day. 3 No mortal may into them clearly see Opaque,gray-green,and always far away. What dost thou hold within thy lucid depths-- Within those lamps so distant -- inhumane? Dost thou too think of world that step by step Builds up itself and then becomes insane? If thou thinkst this,as I have long believed, Thou art more human than I first perceived. Carolyn Bushell '43

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Grand Pre It was dusk in tho small village of Grand Pri. The sun had just disappeared and the moon had not yet risen. An ox-drawn cart came slowly down the road, stirring up the dust so that it made small clouds around the wheels. A farmer returning from the fields was the only occupant while a dog, quiet and subdued from his long day in the fields with the sheep, ran alongside. Just off the road in front of the inn, sat a group of old men discussing this year's crops while they smoked their pipes. A little way off, ten or twelve children were grouped around a young man who was playing a violin. Many of the town wives sat outside their doors, listening to tho music while they sewod. Several chickens and turkeys strutted across the road, screeching at each other as they moved out of the way of the ox-cart. The houses were set just off the road with a comfortable space between. The town numbered about two hundred in all, but the village consisted of less than seventy houses as the figure of two hundred inhabitants included the children. The buildings were practically all the same size, but there was something different about each so that no two were alike. Most of the homes had either wells or pumps close behind them, with small barns farther back. The insides of the houses were kept spotlessly clean. The hum of voices grew louder and louder, as the men of the village, returning from the fields, drew near. Finally they appeared in the bend of the road and with cries of joy and excitement the children ran to meet their fathers and then ran back to the houses to help their mothers while their fathers washed up. The dinner was simple, but very nourishing, and they ate well. On the whole they led happy, wholesome lives. Thomas Barrow - Grade VIII