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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse He sensed cries, faint and clamorous, far behind; He sensed cool peace, and the buoyant arms of love; He sensed like a beacon, clear, beckoning, kind, Five stars, floating above
 * To the ones who watched it seemed
 * That he slept and smiled  and dreamed.
 * "And the waters were abated and the dove."

And there I was on that old bridge—boob freshman me on that same bridge! The lazy river hummed and purred, and sang a sleepy song. Of course, I know it listens queer, but, gad, it was so real and near, I stood there basking in the sun for goodness knows how long.

Sometimes I see it even now. I see that little, lean old saint Put up against the shining spears his simple nerve and pluck: And once, by Jove, you know, he came right down beside me in the game We know who made the touchdown then, old John of Nepomuc! Ruth Comfort Mitchell