Anno Domini.
Over the moonlit water The nightwind softly cried,
And one great seabird answered Above the swinging tide.
In the midnight blue of heaven The moon was drifting slow,
And in the silver silence We watched the Old Year go.
We remembered days of sadness, The triumphs we had won,
The loves and hates they left us … The work that had been done . .
And as we waited, swiftly From some bright star was torn
A trail of golden glory, And the glad New Year was born!
—Sheila Stavely.
(First Prize Senior.)

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