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16 THE MONMAL waxen flower. The other hand she placed around the little creature crouching at her bedside. “ Mother, dear, it is Easter. I have been to the church and have seen the lilies and I heard voices singing— ‘Darkness veils the earth no more.’ ” H. Tierce, ’ 16 . Dawn on Mount Torrey. (Written by Ada Hilton Davies, a graduate of the Northern Normal and Industrial School of Aberdeen, S. Dak., and a student of the Montana State Normal College. First published in the Industrial Exponent.) Sublime the starry silence broods O’er valleys dim aand forests dark; The solemn hill’s far solitudes Echo no breath, but cold and stark, And chill mists which rise and soar, The clouds above are pierced and l o ! Old Torrey’s gleaming head peeps o’er The hushed and waiting world below. Now trembles in the east a ray Of glimmering, golden, liquid light, That glows and brings its fleeting way To sparkle first on Torrey’s height— A dazzling crown of virgin snows Beneath the star-gemmed azure sky; Afloat upon a sea of rose— Primeval Majesty on high. The hills awake, the stars retire, The heavens laugh; all Nature sings; With joyous life the world’s afire, And music bubbles from a thousand springs. Triumphant, light bids darkness flee, For the world young Day is born, And Life and Love and Youth are free To revel in th’ Eternal Morn.