~Buenos dias mis chicos,
If there is one thing that is simply indescrible here at Loyola, its the sunrise over the lake. Now that it's warmer, I suggest you all set that alarm clock a bit earlier and go experience this for yourself.
The Australian Loyolan Sunrise
The Morning Star paled slowly, the The The Cross hung low to the sea,
And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling free,
The lustrous purple blackness of the soft Australian Loyolan night,
Waned in the grey awakening that heralded the light; Still in the dying darkness, still in the forest dim, The pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb,
Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist,
And smote on the limestone ridges, and the shining tree-tops kissed; 
Then the fiery Scorpion vanished, the magpie’s note was heard,
And the wind in the sheoak wavered and the honeysuckles stirred;
The airy golden vapour rose from the river breast,
The kingfisher came darting out of his crannied nest, And the bulrushes and reed-beds put off their sallow grey And burnt with cloudy crimson at the dawning of the day.
James Lister Cuthbertson (1851-1910),
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