South Pasadena High School - Copa de Oro Yearbook (South Pasadena, CA)

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SUN THAT BRINGS THE MORNING This morning when I opened my eyes The sun was telling the trees outside my window To remember the time for getting up; I like this sun that makes everything wake up In time to see the morning; Else I should miss the grass all wet from the tears The moon sheds in leaving; The moon is sad in the mornines; There is a deep orchard sound in the bird sones When the sun has just said eood-bye to the rainbow, That makes me think of the flowers the sunset plants Behind the mountains. O sun that brines the morning, Do not ever forget to wake me up before the grass Has forgotten the moon in the dry after hours. But everybody does not like the sun that wakes the trees up; They like to sleep when the morning birds are crooning; Do you think the garden the sun makes for the moon in the evening Will be enough for them? —Harold Hoyt Taylor. FOREVER LOST A. trail without end elides by my door, A lonely trail I will try no more. It winds on and on forevermore, From the Land that has never been, To the Land that will never be. A longing impelled me once, unrest, To pursue this path; at its behest I found my way thru a boundless west, To the Land that never will be, From the Land that never has been. And there I was met by a lily dream, Subtly idyllie, like a silvern beam. She took me by the hand And led me thru the land, And we passed an Elysian day In this warden, far away. Now my reminiscent hours seem drear; I came from that vernal realm most dear; My trail is lost; T shall ne’er go near The Land that could never be, From the Land that never had been. —Robert Holman.

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