Polytechnic High School - Caerulea Yearbook (Long Beach, CA)

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I love to lie, when weary, on the sand, And watch the sun sink low o'er yon dark hill. Leaving the Heavens afiame with color, till A twilight shadow creeps o'er all the land. A change comes now, as if a signal from on High. And all the air a restful stillness: holds. And e'en the wild waves with song once bold. Now seem to croon an evening lullaby. And while I marvel at this wonder scene, I feel a calm steal o'er my troubled thought. A fairy spell, wrought by a hand unseen. And then I see, that 'tis the peace I sought. Now, care. doubt, fear, all, I dare mock. For He is ever watchful of His Flock. ELIZABETH MGCONNELL. ll4. Whiny;

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The Sail Bani I stood on the shore in the morning. In the cooI gray calm of the day: And the sand was firm. and the sea was still, As though at rest after play. And I saw a sail boat sailing With a gentle. peaceful away, As free as life at the time of youth, As it sailed and sailed away. I stood on the: shore at noon-tide, And the wind was wild and strong And struggled backward and forward, And the waves sang a booming song. A single sail boat was battling. Rearing. and plunging headlong. Like man alone in Earth's whirlpool. As it sped ant! sped along. I stood on the shore in the evening. And the sky was black and drear, And the dark waves rolled in toward me And Filled me with awful fear. And I heard a sail feehly Happingh The sail boat was gliding near, As lonely and weak as the Spirit of Age As it glided I knew not where VELONA PILCH ER. ' I 4. mety-mnn

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To the Wild Mustard G'irst Prize Lower Class Serious PoemJ You bloom where the barley hedges Grow tall in the sun and dew. 1 End in the low marsh sedges You. spreading your golden hue. Bright flashes of gold in the meadows Betray your sweet presence there. And the gloom of the woodland shadows ls dispelled by your blossoms fair. Adrift are your golden petals, When Springs gentle smiles are seem More rich than the shining metals Of Rand in a bright sunbeam. From whence came thy gold 50 pure? Could the sunshine impart so free Such a radiance, or did God insure The gift of such gold in thee? V. HASKINS, '16. vrhurcy-nue;