StNicholas [serial] . , O day that children hail with glee,O day to be remembered long;All nature pays respect to thee! For see! the sun is fiery red,And so is all the flaming East; Behold the heavens overhead With pearly white are softly fleeced, While underneath, the azure seaLies smiling, in the happy dawn, The dawn of courage, bold and free, From which our countrys power is drawn. 656 THE ALBUM OF THE LEAGUE 657 ONE SUNNY DAY BY DAVID MacGKEGOR CHENEY (AGE 17){Gold Badge)On one of the first sunny days I can remember I was in abroad field, with long-stemmed, golden-hearted daisiesnodding dr
StNicholas [serial] . , O day that children hail with glee,O day to be remembered long;All nature pays respect to thee! For see! the sun is fiery red,And so is all the flaming East; Behold the heavens overhead With pearly white are softly fleeced, While underneath, the azure seaLies smiling, in the happy dawn, The dawn of courage, bold and free, From which our countrys power is drawn. 656 THE ALBUM OF THE LEAGUE 657 ONE SUNNY DAY BY DAVID MacGKEGOR CHENEY (AGE 17){Gold Badge)On one of the first sunny days I can remember I was in abroad field, with long-stemmed, golden-hearted daisiesnodding drowsily all about me in the sunshine, and boom-ing bees and buzzing flies sailing gaily on gauzy wingsfrom flower-head to flower-head. Then I could not nameeven the daisies stem, and I was content. To me theywere unfathomable mysteries, whose very existence was aprofound wonder. Oh, for a day like that again! Then there is a memory of an old cellar laid bare to theelements by fire and decay. It is a dim recollection of. DAVID MACGREGOR CHENEY, AGE17. (GOLD BADGE, PROSE,MAY, I902.)Contributing to periodicals. HENRY M. DAVENPORT, AGE(GOLD BADGE, PROSE,AUG., 1906.)Contributing to periodicals. heavily-fruited blackberry bushes, of shining tin pailsbrimming over with their luscious contents, of a stainedface and crimson fingers, and a deep content. How fastmy hands flew from berry to berry ! How many I didmanage to eat, and how few fell into my pail! On another day, a sunny day, we had been on a longwalk through thickly growing woods. It was a strangecountry, and when we came out, my fathers bump of lo-cality failed him. We were lost! And I prayed wemight find our way again. My father climbed a tree anddiscovered our whereabouts, and we soon were home. All the scenes of the vanished past roll away, and leaveonly the present before me. A whirlwind of memoriessweep my brain, adventure falling over adventure, andhappy incidents tripping them up. The waves of the sounding sea send an ech
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