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See the waves come rolling in, Bubbling o'er with foam. While baby sleeps in her cradle Safe at home.
Then when baby wakens.
The wind has ceased to roar,
And the sunlight shines in the window. And a shadow falls on the floor.
P. v., '40.
ACADEMIC PRIZE POEM
AN IMMORTAL MOMENT
God placed a star above the elms
To fling its beauty from Heaven to Earth.
The wind blew a symphony from those realms
Where death is a joy, a sacred birth; Where all is beyond us, of unknown worth; Where life is forever; above the elms.
We held a moment between our hands
To shape its fullness for joy and dreams;
To fire it with rhapsody played in lands
Which thoughts can form and bound with streams. With clouds and true sunshine of warming beams; Where time was a moment between our hands.
We drank the blessedness into our hearts And felt its richness of strength and power. And touched just its harmony; found in parts The hope that it gave and as its dower
A moment our own, a full age, an hour
Where thoughts were a blessing, deep in our hearts
God made the blessed moment past
To end the dream’s and ecstasy’s lure.
But SO lets its memory live and last
Above the high elms where life is pure, Between our own hands where Time was sure, And deep in our hearts, the moment past.
ELEMENTARY PRIZE POEM A BABY sleeping
A. L., JO.
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