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

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The Modern Matrimonial Mart -G c Love i. When all the world was very young, And all the stars of morning sung, For every joy of love, that hung In Heaven above, Then lads and lassies loved right well. And had no other tale to tell, Then love began with a little 1 ; That was love. II. And when the world was sad and sear, When rniud became the heart ' s compeer, And peopled all this hollow sphere And skies above With little gods, as poets tell, Who cast the dust or wove a spell, Then love began with a capital L ; That was love. III. And now the world is half decay ' d, And hearts and minds are things of trade, And girls, when marriages are made, Think wealth above All sense and sentiment, and sell Or buy sweet lives for gold, the spell Of love begins with a sterling £, That is love.

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Snowflakes -, Down, down, the snowflakes come, Silently one by one, Drifting to us nearer, nearer ; First a speck, then getting clearer, Then in forms so light. They fall into earth ' s arms so white And are lost forever more. Thus it is our lives are done, Silently one by one ; They drift onward, near, quite near, To eternity ' s sea so drear, And with a sigh, a farewell motion, Roll into that dark ocean Which we call death. As the snowflakes drop with lightness Into a streamlet, with all its brightness, Just so our friends will leave us — ' Those we love and those who love us ; Seeing their journey on earth completed, The} ' silently slip away. May our lives be a garland pure, That our home in heaven be sure. In the weaving of our garlands, May many real buds be entwined, Which, after we leave earth no more to roam, Wil l bloom forever in our heavenly home. Louise Wright.

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Jerusalem Lo, by yon western wall is heard Lamenting sad and low, For aching hearts, with hope deferred, Wept there in evening ' s glow. ' O city lost! in woe, sin-tossed! Jerusalem ! OW often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her brood under her wing, and ye would not, O Jerusalem. Fast pinnacled on Pisgah ' s heights, In Siloa ' s waters bathed, Where as of old the morning lights Break slowly o ' er the wave, In far off lands, a city stands — Jerusalem ! Child-home of Christ in distance near, A city loved by him, Where lepers came for healing dear Of wit hered hand and limb. Bethesda ' s flood made clean their blood — Jerusalem ! Where Christ, the God-man, moved and slept A heathen monarch reigns; A city o ' er which Christ has wept The Sultan holds in chains. O blood-stained spot, Creation ' s blot! Jerusalem! Hear ye the cry from Him above — From Him, the Sufferer ! My city fair; my darling, love ! Will ye not go to her? ' ' In heathens ' hands, deserted stands Jerusalem !