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[Newspaper clipping]

Singing In Jail
By ANNE CAMPBELL.

Through the busy street we went,
And we paused in wonderment,
Youthful voices there were blent,
Singing in the jail!

"Blowing Bubbles!" so they sang,
Members of a lawless gang,
And their voices gaily rang,
Singing in the jail!

Tears unbidden dimmed our eyes
When we heard that song arise!
Just to hear was a surprise,
Singing in the jail!

If imprisoned, they can sing,
If to hope they still can cling,
If tonight their voices ring,
Singing in the jail!

I can sing, who have no bars
Locked between me and the stars,
Like those souls, in spite of scars,
Singing in the jail!

(Copyright, North American Newspaper
Alliance, 1923)

TWILIGHT
Brooding pink on the rim of a lake of
pearl,
Tender sky, slowly your soft clouds
furl
Over the hill, while two birds at ves-
pers sing.
And the tree tops take hands and
guard in a silhouette ring
My silent world.

Brood, sweet sky; and sing, sleepy
thrushes, sing!
Letting your flute notes fall and linger
afar,
Till out on the fading rose arises the
silver light
Of the first white star.

-Rita Berman, In Christian Monitor