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Show A HILL PEAYEB. We quote, from the December Century the opening stanzas of "A Hill Pra'er.J poem by Marian Warner Wildrnan. tnat won the first prize in the Century college competition this year. As published m the magazine, it id embellished with decorative dec-orative designs by Maxlield Parrisn. Here where the light falls shimmering on the grass. Whose long green blades are bending to the breeze; . , .-maa Here with the flowers and butternies and baes; Here with the fair, slow-drifting clouas And chcinge" the wavering light to wavering wa-vering shade; Here, where my ancient oak trees, rising. The"ir organ musings to the strong, soft Ilerf.'o thou Soul my soul has tried to find .,, In man-made temple, in the open i''"-Down i''"-Down the hushed forest's leafy colonnade; colon-nade; Thou for whose footprints I have searched the shore . That lies along the ever-calling sea. O Thou to whom I prayed that I mini But once Thy truth's Truth, know what I adore-Here adore-Here with Thy creatures, flower and leaf and bird, . , v,;!,-!.-!- That share with me this holy hillside peace Grant me from my long questioning release re-lease ' ,. And hear my new prayer leave the rest unheard. |