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into the West, even into the orange and blue of sunset, they see the
glory of Illinois.

"O, the orange and the blue,
To you we'll e'er be true,
While life remains we'll pledge again
Dear Illinois to you!"
MARY WILLS, '14.

WAVING POPPIES

Have you ever heard the lullaby
That the poppies sing in the breeze,

When the west winds blows o'er their field of gold
And the mother birds nest in the trees?

The poppy-leaf lullaby brings rest, ,
I f your ears are tuned to hear

The gentle sound of the singing leaves

Rustling softly, far and near;

The golden leaves sing a song of rest
From the bitterness of strife;

They call you back from crowded days

To the old, glad way of life—

To the life that is lived in the open air,
Where each task finds its time;

Where hurry and worry flee away

And the soul finds joy sublime.

T o the life that is lived with birds for friends
And flowers for neighbors fair

And the hills call ever to noble thoughts
When you live in the open air.

I f you know where fields of poppies blow,
Oh Friend! where ever you dwell

Hasten out while they sing their lullaby

And hear them breathe, "All's well!"'

And into your heart will steal the tune
Of the golden lullaby fair

That the poppies sing in the soft west wind
To soothe and sweeten care.

MURIEL EASTMAN MARTIN, 2,

University of California, 1901.