Park University - Narva Yearbook (Parkville, MO)

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When days are long and my heart craves song, I go to Falling Springs. To my restless ear it is soothing to hear the music that Nature sings. The murmuring sound of the water’s bound, as it splashes into spray. And the gentler tone of the streamlet’s moan mingle together and play. Gay beams of light in their merry flight appear and dissolve at a glance; The rainbow sheen of each drop as it’s seen gives color and grace to the dance. The robin’s note and trilling float far out on the summer air. Many hours glide by ever swift as I lie at rest in a mossy lair. Bright butterflies on their way to the skies silently loiter and play, In the lazy ease of the wayward breeze blue violets drowsily sway. At the setting sun when the day is done the cricket joins the song. The bull-frongs croak till they almost choke singing bass for the chattering throng. The stars from their sleep begin to peep, and the moon sheds her fairy light, This changing scene is changeless I ween, though the seasons hasten their flight; For Indian eyes oft gazed on these skies, did list to the water fall. And watched the day as it passed away but have Indian eyes seen all? For whose is the face of loveliest grace? Is it that of the starry blue? Or who has the voice at which I rejoice? Do you think I ' d tell you who? C.H. Derr «Y s a® 9 K -r

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Mm MISSOURI RIVER PHYSICAL PLANT — 1895 28

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NEW HALL — 1968 30