Santa Ana High School - Ariel Yearbook (Santa Ana, CA)

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f , ' 1 ff' 1 ff f' M' I -f if r ?4ff2a'E?Nf s ff-W-,ffl l ma gg P X, iff f f 'Z if if - ' for you are worn antl weary ancl your feet are torn antl hleecling. I.et nie hathe your wountls and give you footlf' XYhen the King hacl resteml a little, Cfouseienee saitl to hint gently, how eanie you to leave the heautiful valley for this tlesolate plaee? The first rays of tlawn shone through the wintlow of the Cottage antl fell upon the young Kings face, showing it sacl and weary hut with a strange tritnnph in his eyes. Slowly he answerecl Conseienee in a Voiee whieh seeinetl to hint not his own, l have seen the falsity of my life: l have elitnheml the mountains of Dis- illusionnlentz l have left foreyer the liingclont of Sltatlowsf' tXntl so the lXlllg tlwelt with Lonsetenee in the l,antl of Reality antl in tune he won his way into the hearts ot lns people. while. on aeeount ot his tire- less et't'orts, the I,antl of Reality heeaine a plaee of heauty antl kintlness insteafl of a lmarren plain. The faces of the inhahitants showetl no less a ehange than the eountry, for the inarlcs of evil antl suffering whieh niarretl theni grew fainter anrl fainter as the years went hy anrl were replaeetl hy expressions of peaee antl gootl will towarcl all inanlcincl. llut one of the tirst things whieh showecl the ehange the people hatl experieneetl was the zeal with whieh they tore front their gartlens the ugly weetls of tfruelty antl tireecl antl plantetl in their steatl the heautiful tlow- ers of l.oye antl Charity whieh they wateretl with the tears of their Repentanee. AXI first the hlossoins hatl to he earefully proteetecl front the iey winmls of llatreml :tntl linyy. llut as time went hy, the tieree gales eante less anal less frequently antl the plants grew large and strong. 'l'o show their gratitutle for what their ntonareh hatl gone for thenl. the people tore tlown the niiserahle hut in whieh the King of eonseienee tlwelt antl over the spot where it hatl stootl, they ereetetl a ntagnitieent palaee of stainless ietarhle ahove the cloor of whieh was written: 'l'he Dwelling l'laee of Love. Nl. Downs lll l't'llIXS, 'l5. F t !'74W' lfourteen