Adrian High School - Sickle Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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Class Poemk The Nliner's Quest Arlie Belle Morey. The Haming sun was sinking, Behind the mountain gray- In darkness and in silence e- The landscape was fading away. And far in the hazy distance Of this lovely summer nig11t, The evening star of rest, arose All clad in her robes of light. Through the silent shadows of evening The toiler trudged with a weary stride, To the peaceful home on the hill-top Where his cares should be set aside. How many days, how many, In the years that had come a11d gone, He had walked up that very hill-side, And the days had seemed weary and long How many days, how many, He had wished the soft wind from the west Would bear him away on its wings, To the land of contentment and rest. For his body was broken and weary, And his shoulders were laden with care And the burden placed upon them Seemed greater than he could bear. Slowly he plodded upward, As he thought of his cares on the way,- Of how he had toiled and suffered, For many and many a day. Sad was he and discouraged, For had l1Ot the mine he'd found

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man's agency and that to no man unprepared has come the opportunity to serve himself and his fellowmen. just as to the nation which through long years of peace has built her ships, fortified her ports and trained her men, comes victory in time of war, so to the well equipped mind will come mastery of the problems which the coming generation must solve. And the day to come is to be one of achievement, not to him who stands highest in commercial or political circles, but to him who spends the years of his life making the western deserts to blossom like the rose before the flood of irri- gation, and to him who studies to make the advantages near at hand of greatest use to the public. To these must the nation look for true great- ness. As a nation our great desire is not so much to be first in war as to be first in peacef' To him who can teach us how to use best our re- sourcesg to him who can teach ns to be glad of life, because it gives us the chance to love, and to work and to play, to him will we give praise. VVe stand in awe of the great changes about us. The march of trade from the Orient to the new and mighty Occident. The wonders of modern surgery. The improved machinery, which, for example, in place of the sickle of old, cuts, threshes, and sacks the grain at one operation. The mysterious network of wire over the whole earth. These and a thousand other marvels of advancement claim our attention, and as we stand 011 the threshold of the twentieth century and view the achievements of the past, we, with the men of old are wont to exclaim: We have reached the noon- tide, nothing is left for us but to decline, the day is too far spent. Not so. The ever widening circle of time brings within our reach new forces, but tl1e still breeze that stirs the air is the breeze of the morning, the broad streaks of light already across the sky are but the heralds of the Coming Day, the voices are the voices of the morning and at our hands are oppor- tunities of which we have 11ot yet thought or dreamed. Yesterday the responsibility was another'sg to-day the duty is ours. Far ahead of us stands the Angel of the Future beckoning us forward. Her banner is aglow with light. We follow eagerly this bright Spirit of the Fu- ture, hoping to be ready for the duties of the Coming Day. W-.pt gwi,Wy.f ' at 2:

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On his little farm on the hill-top, Proved only a dream profound? At last he reached home tired and weary All night his sleep was but pain, But he prayed the Father above him, That his search might not be in vain. He thought of all that had passed,- How much he had suffered for years- And a flood of l116111'1'lES came o'er him That Hlled his eyes with tears. His comrades all had left him- They'd given up the strife, VVith a XVl1at's tl1e use of striving?', They had left this humdruni life. What is the use of trying, When we know that we'll but fail? XVhat is the use of working, When our toil is of no avail? -X- it 96 -lk X A month and a half had passed, But the miner had toiled each day- Not once losing faith in his Master, The One, who would surely repay. One bright morning in August, When his heart was weary and sore, His life was Hlled with joy, For he found the long-sought ore. Out of many 11e'd persevered, Out of many he had won, After trials and tribulations- After rain had come the sun. He lifted his face to heaven, To send his praise in prayer, To thank his God above him, For success which followed despair.