Harvard Boys High School - Review Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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65 HGFVARD Q v T Darkness ff In country lanes the darkness fallsrg V Night's mantle covers all. X NK! From leafy bough the wood dove callsg Q f There's peace in hut and hall. if In city streets the pall of night Brings evil in its traing f Prowlers and thieves avoid the light, lx f, Seeking for wrongful gain. T Z Qfp' When on the sea the curtain drops, ,f The storm is fierce and Wildg if But tranqu.il are the mountain tops, it The murky dark is mild. ' 1 VVILLIAM M. SCHUYLER, '27. Light The torehes flare with flickering light, As throngs go surging through the nightg The moon's pale- face shines gently down f ! Upon the garden far from town. H At length, the Weary vigil past, 0- H The roseate dawn has come at last, The sun's bright rays illume the skyg ll l Behold! A cross is raised on high. l What wondrous light is that which seems l To flood the earth with radiant beams, Transcending far the golden morn's? It's streaming from a Crown of Thorns. WILLIABI M. SCHUYLER, '27. img. wsgff Irma-qs,-'-iffegsi Quo 49 , O. X . - af. T EQf192rfi?xkii3R'ff5ffff as 100 rg ' W, Q. r 5 , rg? xy rl VV. ffl il , 4 1 P? .V kj lf' ly ll F i f' M lil ,CMN gi i