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Carolina's Autumn Autumn. . . . When Carolina dons her Robe of burnished gold, And her stately trees cease To whisper and begin to sigh. Dappled, sun-flecked leaves Flow softly down to earth’s Warm breast. Fields. . . . With moist bosoms rewly Bared by the silvery teeth Of the steel plow, lie giving Nurture to a seed that Sired by the sun and rain Will grow to lush, green Beauty to grace Carolina fields. Cottonfields. . . . Lie empty, bleak, and lonely; Robbed of their snowy robes. Decaying stalks droop in Dew-filled sobs of self-pity— Sapped of their vitality. Rivers and creeks. . . . Broad River, Sandyrun, Cornstalks — all have lost Their rnerry, rippling laughter, for havirg Gained mightier force. They rill ever onward-onward With a deeper, fuller chuckle. “And Pharoah dreamed. . . . And behold, seven good ears Of corn came up, upon one Stalk, rank and good. . . So the corn of Carolina Clings upon the stalk. Golden and rich and good. Its grains firm and hard. Its husk. Tender and mellow. Alfalfa. . . . Alone retains its true, green Luster, flowing like dipping Ocean waves; dotting Carolina’s rolling hills. With soft clear beauty— Like emeralds in a Sea of gold. Hayfields. . , . Stand like seas bared Of their roaring waves; Yet they glory in majestic Haystacks, standing somberly. And silent like miniature Egyptian pyi-amids along The Nile. Carolina’s Autumn. . . . Her golden harvest-time Of contented toil. The abundant replenishment Of the immortal horn. The royal crowning of a God-made Queen The golden-rod of all The year. The season of love and laughter. The smile before the age of tears. —Mary Philbeck On Seeing The Biookgreen Gardens Wanderings innumerable have my footsteps echoed to memory Some to forgetfulness by choice of recollection to recall. Yet with a rapture unsensed in sights real to memory, Visions of fantasy returr with their breezy call. Lakes of flowers known only by perfume breathed within. Unseen, yet in friendly numbers recognized. All Sweet, but not so as the blooms in fair Brookgreen Garden. Our Olympus, in reality, a Paradise to be seen. 1 wander enthralled, yet i Among the majestic stillness t 2 who stands in dwelling forsaken, yet among wel- companions of a beauty expressed from shapes of a grandeur mag- toil do tone. Brookgreen, and the soul. Beauty preserved in forms nificient. Still and august, yet in acquaintance warmly whole. As if the artist whose symphony stands serene Were himself the life that abounds in this vernal Brookgreen. —John Elliott A LONE ROSE “ ‘Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone;” T. Moore A lone rose. Born unwillingly, unwantingly Existing barely, weeping unseen Withering bewilderingly Crouching in crimson fear Within the leaves Its petals dry and crusty. But the rains came, the And quenched the parching Thirst, giving life The petals grow, the flower Bloomed The leaves breathed in the Fragrant moisture. But alas! On silent, stealthy Feet came the snow, death Disguised. And just when the rose Had begun to live. It died. —Mary Philbeck THE NEED FOR .... (Continued from Page 1) of view is tremendous and man has barely scratched the sur face, but with all the great strides in scientific education man has only placed himself in a more precarious position than ever before. Politically, we have already seen the day of the statesman pass and the day of the politician take over Eco nomically, the needs of the rations of the world have been the same for centuries. No nation under the sun has been as free hearted as America; yet, we can barely meet the onrushing demands of a few of the many nations of the earth in giving them financial aid and agricultural needs. Sports have done much to bring about good-will in the world at different times m our history, but we have seen that politics govern this area of life; therefore, they must be improved first. We can reason from these facts that the education which is needed for a bet ter world cannot come from outside of man but must come from within. We learn from history that we learn nothing from his tory about the basic problems of man” is a quotation from one truly great thinker of today. We cannot say that man has no way in which to solve the problems of hatred, prejudice greed and such mental attitudes, but we are compelled to say that man must practice a little of what he knows. “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you” is the aim in life that or strife is inevitable regardless of the all other fields. — MASON H. Page 12
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