1922 Cedrus Yearbook

Prize Poem By Alice Dainea Beyond the glow of the golden gate In the ports of the western Sea, The weary waves find rest at last On the shores of Eternity. Fair shells of wonderful workmanship To the golden sands they bear. The Master gathers them in His hand, For the shells are costly and rare. They sing a song of the sounding Sea, And a half-forgotten land. Ah, glad are they when their journey is o'er To be in the Master's hand. Honorable Mention By Alice Dainea A ?Lullaby Sleep, little darling! Cares will come, And life on you its sorrows heap. Tonight while flowers mark the way Your life is happy; sleep, oh, sleep. Sleep, dearest babe! Your little wounds My love can soothe; so do not weep While crooning night-winds kiss your brow. Sleep, dearest baby,sleep, oh, sleep. Sleep on, poor child! Tho' life was hard, Your slumber now is full and deep; And you, while long,long, years go by Shall sleep, poor child, shall sleep, just sleep. 76