Villa Maria Academy - Trumpet Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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My Garden 0430 Once in the evening's twilight I saw in the embers' glow, A sweet old fashioned garden That l loved long years ago. It was only an old fashioned garden Witli flowers of every hue, That shone and sparlcled like dliamonds YVith the fall of the morning dew. The golden daffodils danced in glee The eroouses laughed at their spryness, The tulips, too, seemed bright and gay The forget-me-nots drooped in shyness. The morning glories peeped their heads In and out the pieketed fence, And the pinks with the blushing roses Poured forth sweet-smelling scents. Now Lifels youth is past, its birds have flown Its flowers are dead and gone, But mem'ries of my garden Still flood my heart with peace and song. M. ofo., es. 030030 Charity A Dreamer dreamed a beautiful dream, A Poet wrote it down, An Artist drew it in colors, And won for it world renown, A Sculptor made it a. beautiful form, And gave to the world to see, A Musician condensed the thought into notes, And measured it carefully, A A Merchant carried it. over The wild and stormy sea, And God sent a lovely angel down, To name it Gharity',. E. M., '31, 0200-31 If Ol If the birdies in the trees WOl1ldH,b sing so merrily, What would happen to the flowers Who listen for their song? M. F., '33, -at 74 31

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Decoration Day Oi!! Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentryls shot alarms! Ye have slept on the ground before And started to your feet At the cannonls sudden roar Or the Cl1 ll1117S redouloling beat. 7 7 But in this Camp of Ileath No sound your slumber breaks Hereris no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches. All is repose and peace, Untrampled lies the sod, The shouts of battle cease, lt is the truce of God! Rest comrade, rest and sleep, The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free, Your silent tents of green NVe deck with fragrant flowers, Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours. T. L., 131. 0l0030 A Maiden's Thoughts 030 VVhat see'st thou, gentle maiden, Vilhen you walk in the woodland hower, Wlieix the breezes blow full laden lVith the odor of trce and flower? Wlhat- thiukest thou, gentle maiden, lVhen you sit 'neath a shady tree And thoughts of the present fade To give place to a future free? What dream'st thou, gentle maiden, lVhen you sleep in your downy hed? Thoughts that make you afraid Or cause life to glow in colors red? V. s., -v '-my 1, no 4

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Memories 050 Oft, I sit in contemplation and as the golden hours fly, I am Wafted back on the wings of time to pleasant days gone by. To memories which swell my empty heart with exalted gladness, Memories which render my heart, but an aching sea of sadness. Thinking of our unhappy parting when you said adieu. Desiring yet in vain, to live those moments again with you. Hours We spent together are locked safely in my breast, Guarded like the musty gold of a pirate's treasure chest. There no living being can rob me of my riches Because they are secreted in my heart's most secluded niches. Then, I awaken to reality and my soul begins to ache, But, T struggle on for the memories of old timcls sake. M. B., '32 0-20050 Independence There was a tumult in the city, In the quaint old Quaker town, And the streets were filled with people, Pacing restless up and down. Now the hlue Atlantic currents, Lashed the old Newfoundland shore, They beat against the State House, They surged against the door. They surged against the State House, While all solemnly inside, Sat the Continental Congress, Truth and reason for their guide. O'er a simple scroll debating Though simple as it be, Yet ltwould make them free forever, From Englaud's cruel tyranny. F ar aloft in a. high steeple, A bellman lifts his hand, And forth he sends the joyous news, Making music through the land. How the people shouted, VVhen the old bell shook the air! For when that clang of freedom sounded. Independence reigned everywhere. I M. li., vm. at vs 1-1'