University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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14 THE REDWOOD BACH TO ROME (an incident of AVIGNON.) Christ ' s Vicar halts; amazement thrills his limbs, — Then pain, — then fearful hesitation, — while He eyes and eyes the prostrate form outstretched To bar the path of his departing. Rome, Art thou again defrauded of a meed divine, Ere it return unto the eager clasp ? Long hast thou waited for this gladsome day. When Avignon, now three score years and ten Thine all unequal rival, should repent Her folly and deliver thee the spouse That ' s thine, the Papacy not circumscribed To any country ' s narrowness but broad As are the mighty world and thou! So grand Erstwhile, reduced to dire, dire wretchedness, — Sombre th ' historic lanes and desolate, — The owlet nestles in thy temples rare And hoots the night to morn, — thy glory gonel For he is far from thee and lingereth still, Thy Pontiff-King, thy soul, thy joy, — despite His heaven-recorded vow.

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THE REDWOOD 13 We stood there stupidlj- and watched the man swim on and on. The bobbing head was growing so faint in the dark- ness that only at times could I make it out on the black water. Once I thought he turned and waved his hand, but perhaps it was only a dash of foam. I watched, fascinated, until my sight was blurred with the monotonous, deso- late perspective. Then I shut my eyes tightly to clear the vision. The waves boomed drearily but I could hear Jack ' s thick breathing. When finally I opened my eyes the sea and sky were one, and the head had disappeared. James Francis Twohy, ' 07. AUTUMN The golden season now is born, AuUiTnn is here, And the drooping leaves all mourn The dying year . And we realize the strife J ever ceases, That the space iwixt Qeath vnd Life E ' er decreases. (But though death brooks no delay, We ' ll not fear her, For the passing of each day (Brings us nearer: J earer to eternity O ' er paths untrod, J earer the shoreless sea, J earer to God. Robert E. Twohy , ' 08.

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THE REDWOOD 15 Ah, well he may Since there athwart his steps a parent lies, Beseeching by the hoar frost of his locks For pity from that son. Fierce struggles heave The breast one moment, till his duty bids The Church release from bonds nor yield to ought: Upon the asp shalt walk, the basilisk, Upon the dragon and the lion tread. He speaks And sunders nature ' s fondest tie forthwith. Tb ' Eternal City sheds her weeds of woe Hailing a Gregory with loud acclaim. Special.