1926 Cedrus Yearbook

m , _ rtiEDRus •• 1926 _ Ramblings H. F. PEACOCK,'29 BRANDYWINE We found a place in the wooded hills Beside a babbling brook. Far from the beaten path of man, This pleasant, peaceful nook. No man-made sound was there to hear, The grass a carpet green, The cool brook gurgled 'mongst the stones, And in the sun did gleam. We climbed the highest slope to see The distant panorama; We watched the squirrel and chipmunk play— How piquant Natures' drama! The sinking sun gold-lined the clouds, As back to camp we trod. . Beneath a purpled canopy, Each thinking thoughts of God. MORNING The rising sun tints the grey of the dawn, . The frost slowly melts into dew; The bell's merry chimes stirs a quiet sublime— Arising, I greet life anew. A SUNSET The sky was a pastel masterpiece, Large, shapely clouds hung low. Like ships upon an azure sea, Where storm doth never blow. Each cloud was lined with silver, Each edge rose-red and bright; To the West the sun was sinking, From the East there came the night. Page Seventy-two -I ---7- \