Temple University School of Chiropody - Tempodian Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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fill ass Did you ever ga e at the sky on a Moonlight night when the fleecy clouds pass o’er The small disc so bright? But this for but A second—and with what fancy you do Picture those reeds of vapor as ogres And dragons and such; and. as you gaze, all The cares and troubles of the day vanish And you dream of wondrous worlds. Wh.it a Beautiful scene to behold and what a Myriad of fanciful dreamt unfold. Last night the flimsy clouds sailed serenely In a heaven of dotted midnight blue. As I sat enthralled my soul fell the urge Of the Dream Sprite—and in her company I journeyed to the land of Make Believe. There everything took on symbolic terms. I saw the moon as the Light of Knowledge: The wispy clouds as members of our class. Presently the Dream Spri'e beckoned to me And we entered a great theatre whose Dome was the heavens and whose stage was earth. We had no more than seated ourselves on The ed»e of a cloud when the light mist cleared And a play was enacted. From out of Oblivion sprang ethereal forms. Which, passing heavenward and approaching The bright sphere of the moon took a firm form. These, as »hey pasted the glowing disc were bathed In fh Light of Knowledge were illumined pnrut Until they (airly shone with brightness. But Not all I saw were bathed alike. Some fell By the wayside and were seen but iaintly. Others passed by the side—and still others Were seen only to disappear in space. I sat ruminating over these things Hardly crediting my senses— When lo! There came a glow from out the eastern sky Crowning the clouds with gold and richest hues. It was the false promise of burning Greed. And many of the clouds absorbed in the False pursuit—withered in disappointment And delusion when his true character Was revealed in his fierce selfish passion. But the others—listening to the great call Of humanity -descended to earth As rain, and with their soothing, cooling aid Guided the footsteps of a suffering race Along the pathways of a freshened world. I turned—the Sprite had vanished. The mist came. Enveloping all. I felt myself fall Through vast space downward—downward I awoke. 1 picked myself up from the dewy grass Upon which I lay. Fired by my vision 1 walked homeward wrapt in thousht—my wav clear. The world before me Perhaps. TWENTY-TWO. You will find the answer you seeketh here. J. G. KEENER. JR.

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