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Show Rhyme & Reason DELINEA TOR OF JO Y Look up to the eastern snow-crowned peaks With their brooding purple slopes, Nor as we wait for sunnier weeks Let dark clouds shadow hopes. There is loveliness to praise In graceful lines of barren hills In pewter skies and somber days, In weeping clouds as earth fulfills The promise of the seeds that sleep. Look up to the dark hills in March, See land awaiting hands and plow At trembling trees and skies that arch -Look up, look up at beauty now! by Lucille Ramplon Perry CONVOCATION (A lanterne) Rain drops meet Annual symposium- i Spring. I fcv Kolette Montague THE EMMA US ROAD We all have heard the tales of Jesus' life and death. How he was crucified and laid within a borrowed tomb. Friends could not aid because the multitude, whose feelings rife with hate, would never be appeased short of this violent act. Chief priests and rulers, too. had given assent, though a reluctant few remembered still his deeds and words of love. We all have heard these stories or have read them in the Bible as our fathers did. The truths he taught made light their ever load. "I am the Resurrection." raised the dead. . . But there are darkling days these truths are hid when we may travel the Emmaus Road, then we shall learn by faith through fervent prayer, as others did. the Lord is walking there! by Zara Sabin |
