San Diego Academy - Lighthouse Yearbook (National City, CA)

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sewwewh 1 R X mi Ai or is or r E wir f- .A . I si gg Q X- Where flowers are most fragrant And the trees are ever green, We view God's work of Nature And we marvel at the scene. The snowy, white-capped mountain With its mirrored lake below, Invites us to its lofty height Where gentle breezes blow. The brook beside the meadow And the tumbling waterfall, Both join their hands in friendship Along the cedarred wall. And we like to dream at twilight In this shadowedeiforest shrine, Ast wesit around She campfire r we think on things Divine. Delmer

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Little Things There are little things I'd say If I knew how to rhyme, But since it is a pleasant day, I haven't got the time. 'Twould be about a crystal lake 'Tween mountains grand and tall, And on its shores the birds would make Their nests until the fall. I'd tell about the Autumn leaves In red and golden brown, And how in gentle Autumn breeze, They all go fluttering down. And then I'd tell of Winter's snow, The very first that year, And how the icy brook would flow Where come the woodland deer. And after that I'd write of Spring And of the dogwood fair, The thrush that makes the wildwood sing, The cuddly baby hare. And, Oh, of course I'd tell the rest, Of summer bright and blue, And little birds who leave the nest- All these I'd tell to you! -Charlene

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DREAM HOUSE I close my eyes and dream about Z1 house that is not real, And yet as I approach its gates I somehow always feel At home. y I sense before I enter it the welcome of the hall, I know and love the pictures that hang upon each wall. It's home. My fingers touch the furniture, each piece familiar, dear, V f For I have seen it often in my dreams year after year- This home. . I This chair or that I recognize as having come from home QThe one in which I'm living now, and may for years to come, That homej, , But here they look quigeldiffereqtfwhetl mingled with things new That I have chosenHoneil5y'lot1e.vlfith iost fbi: house in view- My home! I ' Not ogly Chairs, but love and peace that I've known here at home Will go with me to that dream house that I shall cell my own, Dear homie, ' , 4 . I I I Therugs-a1felgaly,,gd1e,eurtains bright, the maple glows with Carey. ,L ,,m Che cannotfhelgi that love fand quierfjoy dwell thereefix y I fl grovvlso hornesickxas I swell: back through the gate, Jrseems the dreams is sorely real, and I-canlherdly waity I I, We