Milford High School - Oak Lily and Ivy Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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28 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. THE PINE TREE. Upon the hill with other trees There stands a little pine. In summer it can scarce be seen Mid other trees more fine. But when the winter’s chilling winds Have stripped the others bare, That little pine that still is green To me seems very fair. So on life’s hill in summer time, Are many smiling faces. We scarce can tell in pleasure time Which ones possess most graces. But when the clouds of trouble roll, And we are bent by grief, Some friendly faces fade away As does the autumn leaf. So when I find a friend that’s true, Whose friendship’s always mine, That is the kind of friendship I liken to the pine. Mary Tyndall, 1925 . DREAMS OF YOUTH. A Ballad. I sit for hours beside the flames Where crackling fires dance, Once more to weave the happy dreams Of magic slumber lands. My dreams soar high in winged flight In brightest fantasy; I dream and dream of bygone days And youth with joy and glee. Through mem’ries old there comes to me, So ancient and so gray, A vision of those golden days When I was young and gay.

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THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 27 glided in and out among the dark murky clouds. Scintillating little stars peeped s ' hyly from the sky at intervals, resembling tiny forget-me-nots. In an overwhelming wave, the memory of the garden swept the slight frame of the lad and the eternal yearning tugged at his heart. Restlessly he turned and muttered incoherently, “Just one little rose or a lily.” When Cornelius entered the home of Lucius the next evening, he looked with dismay and pity at the thin figure and pale face of his friend. An over¬ whelming tenderness swept his strong frame and hastily brushing aside the gath¬ ering tears, he attempted to speak Cheerfully to the sick boy. “Alas, he grows weaker each day,” sadly whispered the mother as Cornelius turned to go. With an effort Cornelius spoke some comforting words and left. “I must do it and I will do it to-night,” said Cornelius to himself, a sudden determination shining in his eyes. Straight to the palace he went. Upon his asking to see the Emperor the guards laughed in his face and roughly pushed him out. A vision of Lucius’ haunting eyes rose before him. He would take a flower. Dear Lucius must be saved. He crept stealthily up to the garden wall. He listened. All was still. His lithe young body swung up over and in to the garden. He plucked a lovely White lily. “Hark! What was that!” “It is only my wildly beating heart,” he assured himself. He stooped to pick a forget-me-not. A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. He was jerked to his feet and brought before the King. “Thou has willfully entered my garden and taken of the flowers. Thou knowest the penalty,” the King said grimly. Falling on his knees, poor Cornelius begged that he might bring the flowers to the poor dying Lucius. “Then I will return,” he said proudly. Finally the King agreed and under guard Cornelius arrived at the home of Lucius clasping tightly the fair prize, so dearly bought. The look of ethereal happiness that swept the worn face of Lucius was reward enough for the brave Cornelius. With a smile Cornelius turned and fol¬ lowed the guards. As the deep rose tinted the horizon at early morn, two souls fled from this gray earth and rose to heaven hand in hand. The one that of a flowerlike inno¬ cent youth, the other that of a brave true friend. Agnes Siipola, 1925.

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THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 29 How welcome is the call of youth With life announced anew, With song and joy in all my heart, And faith and hope renewed! But now the cloud of fancy lifts, The painful truth is known: The days that once were golden hued Have aged, by worries grown. And thus I sit beside the flames Where crackling fires dance, And weave a dream of glowing youth, From out of slumber lands. Lillian Bellofatto, 1925 . THE CROWNING OF ARTHUR. A Ballad. King Arthur died: a time of strife Followed his mighty sway, For Merlin, a magician wise, Had hid his son away. By virtue of a favor done Did Merlin take the child At birth and to Sir Ector go Within the forest wild. lie In the churchyard of St. Paul Appeared a marble block And in it was a golden sword The strength of men to mock. These words appeared upon the block In gold writ ’round the sword: ‘‘He rightly king of England is Who pulleth out this sword.” Knights from far and wide had come Their fortune there to try, But no success did they receive, While a motley crowd stood by. On New Year’s Day a joust was called. Sir Ector rode that way, And with him as attendants were Young Arthur and Sir Kay.