Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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T The kindly deeds performed by thee Will be rewarded by his love. The Spirit vanished ; slowly, too, The Vision faded soft away. The clouds took on the darker hue Of autumn ' s fast retreating day. The solitude of mountain heights Brings many visions bright and clear, Which bring to understanding souls The wisdom that we hold so dear. HELEN WOLTERS, ' 20 HE SUN is fading in the west, Hush-a-bye, baby, don ' t cry; The birds are flying to their nests, Hush-a-bye, baby, don ' t cry. The four o ' clocks are blooming now, Fire-flies will soon appear; The evening winds are sighing low, Night time is drawing near. f

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Tfee-MSIOD T ANNA SCHMIDT, ' 20 HE RED-GOLD of the western sun Shines on an autumn ' s wooded hills ; The hazy oriental blue Colors the tumbling mountain rills; And all across the sunset sky The birds wing homeward one by one, Dark forest aisles are beckoning them, A welcome when the day is done. Now high within the southern sky, A windswept cloud of gold appears, And in this cloud a vision shines, A -vision lasting through the years; A cloud-child bending o ' er a book, Golden head and hair of gold, A student at his happy task, Eeceiving wisdom manifold. Above his head the cloud sweeps on. The path whereon his thoughts doth run, The pictures that the book presents, The wonderland of beauty won. The halo round his head is bright His wisdom shines around the world. The sky reflects his glory back Where wandering clouds are softly furled. The Spirit of the Vision speaks A call to youth the world around, Hark to thy books, there shalt thou learn Much wisdom still by thee unfound. The Spirit ' s voice is low and sweet It breathes of paths as yet untrod — But wander in the great outdoors There shalt thou draw more nigh to God. Thy service in Christ ' s kingdom, too. Will pave the way to realms above;

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15 mdomice O AGNES A. ANDREWS, ' 20 H POPPY-LIDDED lady, who dwells in sleepy state In marble halls and corridors, near Dreamland ' s fairy gate, I sense thy lovely gardens, with lotus blossoms filled. Ringed round with lazy waters from distant lands and hilled. Thou art fanned with peacock feathers, by ebony skinned slaves, While Morpheus with sleep ' s fair dew thine eyelids gently laves. Thou art clothed in shimmering satins, in jeweled gold arrayed, In lazy, lovely splendor, by ancient satyrs made. Perfumed breezes wander, where thy willing captives lie; Insidious slender lady, thy powers can never die! More powerful than the lightnings, or Caesar ' s armed band. You hold the sleepy world in the white hollow of thy hand ! Accept, sweet nymph, this homage, and remember it to be, A token from an idler, a worshipper of thee. SSS ' £