Lebanon Valley College - Quittapahilla Yearbook (Annville, PA)

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®I)p i£nn of ®I|? (|pmtta;ial|tUa The gurgling waters just beltuv the mill. Where wavelets plav at leap-frog ' neath the hill. Laugh and grow calm between each veh ' et bank A ' Vhen thej have ceased from e ' er3 ' sprightly prank. And there beneath the shade of manv a tree Whose branches play at hide and seek with me. The waves lie still, and through their crystal face, The lovers, two b} ' two — the strength and grace — Look in ; and see reflected cloud and sky — The Blue and White that may be by and by. The lone philosopher walks there. And plies his pencil o ' er the yellow pad Of penny paper like he used to use To write his a b c when but a lad ; And as he speculates alone, forgot, He finds a velvet hummock for a seat. And lets the green leaves fan him overhead. While lazy waves play soft about his feet. Here homing children loiter one by one From fields of dandelion where they have been. To catch the breath of that enchanting spot That seems to hallow all its marsh and fen ; And long-nosed dogs sniff at the virile sod To find a careless muskrat off his guard, AAHiile birds pluck brisk at many a seeding pod. That hangs on weeds that grow upon the sward. And when the west is soft with fading gold. And shadows dare at sunset to be bold. It may be that a modest form goes forth With stealthy tread (but knowing well the wcrth Of that fleet hnur. is unabashed and bold) To keep his tr} ' st with One who is of (jld, A ' ho walks along those banks bv night and day To hear the insect vespers and to watch the children play. Year in, year out, the Ouittie muses on. And ever}- magic ripple plays a while and then is gone. And roving children ramble there as when the stream was young. And still each •outhful poet has its praises on his tongue. Still lovers, two by two, tread softly where the beetles play. And hear the birds a-wooing in the old familiar way. And still a tr3rst unbroken is upon those Ouittie banks ; The trees in reverence raise their arms in e ' erlasting thanks To the Gardener of the Ouittie and the Painter of that scene. Where the rocks are vari-colored and the moss and frrass are ereen, And the sky and clouds are ever changing shades of Blue and White. Just to keep the tender memories of our L. V. school davs bright. CARL W. ' HISER.