Harpeth Hall School - Milestones Iris Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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The fair October sun has set, And the clouds of purple grays, All mixed with scarlet, blue and gold, Lie heaped in a fading maze. A while the dim and twilight world Seems lost in a golden haze. Twilight But the bright red clouds are changing fast, And the blue has turned to gray ; While the mist of soft and yellow gold Is faded in the dusk away ; For high in the clouds hangs the Evening Star To tell of the death of day. The clucking fowls and turkey of bronze Have wandered off in search Of a pleasant spot to spend the night, Then flown to their lofty perch, Where the yellow leaves of a maple tree Twine in with the red of a birch. The fire-flies leave the dewy grass, The moon comes o ' er the hill ; The Katydids and locusts sing, The sleeping flowers alone are still ; And hearts praise God for all fair things Created by His will ! Garnet Noel.

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Lines to a Picture I Tender Memories ) J Tender lines, so faithfully drawn — The bowed white head, the simple cap, The shawl of black, whose simple folds About her trembling shoulders wrap. IV. Her trembling fingers tightly clasp A little shoe, a golden curl ; How green the grass that years has grown On the grave of grandma ' s baby girl. II. The weary head rests on her hand, The gathering tears are falling fast, And crowding round with gentle tread Come memories of the past. Some small black trousers, proudly worn By Little Jack, her lovely boy; The small gray coat, the velvet cap, His tiny shirt, the broken toy. Her bridal wreath of flowers gay, Now yellow, torn and aged ; The wedding ring and veil of white, The bracelet worn when first engaged. VI. Husband, children, all are gone, Resting in the arms of God, And only tender memories left Of those that sleep beneath the sod. Garnet Noel.