Laguna Blanca School - La Honda Yearbook (Santa Barbara, CA)

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peter titus kalfas cleo The Assyrian came down like tlie wolf on the fold. And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. IJke the leav es of the forest when Summer is green. That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow la wither d and strown. for the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast; And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass d; And the eyes of the sleepers waxcl deadU and chill. And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! nd there lay the steed v ith his nostril all wide. But through it there roll ' d not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay whiteon the tnrf. And cold as the spra of the rock-beating surt. And there lay the rider distorted and |xilc. With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone. The lances iinliftctl, the trumpet iinblow n, . nd the widows of Ash ur are loud in their wail, . nil the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the (lentile, uiismote b the sword. Hath melted like snow in the glanie of the Lord! dB 114

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gary pepper everythinji is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else will rogers 113

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vicky brien the biittertly counts not months, but moments, and has lime enough Anon tnous