WE look down summer lanes on winter days,
We see the snow amid the summer’s heat.
Far lands are brought and laid before our gaze.
The woodland stream runs by the city street.
The light of noonday breaks the shades of night,
And then is softened to the starlight’s sheen.
The dawn and twilight mingle in our sight,
Such is the fairy magic of the screen.
THE heavy-hearted slip away from tears
And find the gladness of a fleeting hour
In fairer spaces and more peaceful years,
Where is no dearth of laughter, sun, and flower.
Youth sees the future. Age with faded eye
Looks back in joy on many a vanished scene,
And walks again among the days gone by.
Such is the fairy magic of the Screen.
[Photo of palm trees with the caption: Photography by Rice, Los
Angeles]