Adrian High School - Sickle Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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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.

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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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S0 with us, n1y class-mates, We've wearied with the strifeg Now We've reached the stepping-stone Which leads to a higher life. We've often been discouraged, But still we have prevailed- In overcoming obstacles- We surely have not failed. Success will surely come To him who only tries. Who knows but what defeat Is victory in disguise? And who can tell for sure, As we trudge with a weary stride, That perhaps the lowest ebb Is only the turn of the tide? So in our future life, As we go along our way, Let us live in the dawning hope That success will come some day.