Ann Arbor High School - Omega Yearbook (Ann Arbor, MI)

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Wax greater, greater, till before him stood! A wide expanse of billowy ripened grain His soul was awed to see a thing so great- That from these little lifeless grains of wheat So great a Held of golden grain should growg Then whispering softly to himself these words,. Ah! N ow, indeed, is real Wisdom mine, He gat him up and buckling on his helm He hasted till he stood before therking And said- Oh, King, my Father most beloved! Now have I found indeed the one I sought. Directed by the gods' own messenger, I found her where I ne'er had thought she- dwelt.. I learned from ants the ways of industry And how to govern well and peacefully. I've seen the wondrous miracle of growth And learned the kindly lessons Nature gives: Till now I feel that Wisdom is my friend. -Then from his royal seat the old king stept, And up the golden stairs his son was led , And on his head was placed the regal crown. -Oh, ye who love in Wisdom's hallsto walk Have not ye ever found this passing true, To him who humbly sits at Wisdom's feet She graciously each day reveals herself In some new wonder, never seen before, In some new thought that ne'er had known his mind In new seen beauty or in new felt love Until his soul is broadened byher thoughts And he possesses treasure more than gold For he is Wisdom's patient learning son.

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And il' in truth real Wisdom thou wouldst have, List now unto the word that I shall speak. fs -lleside thy father's palace lies a lield Whose flowery glebe no plow-share e'er o'erturned. With thine own tender hand break up this ground A nd scatter far and wide the yellow seed. l-Zach day behold with careful eyes its growth, And when the sun gleams on the golden grain Then by thy side, nay, in thy very self Will Wisdom be whose like thou ne'er hast known? .lt nd even while with eager listening ear lle heard her words, the lovely nymph was gone. Then rose he up and fastened firm his helm Nor thought of rest till, all his steps retraced lle stood beside his father's llowery Held. With eager hands he doffed his glittering robes And driving from their quiet, peaceful stall His i'ather's meek-eyed oxen, cast the yoke About their necks and drove them 'fore the plow. Day in, day out, he turned the flowery turf V And found each day in ea.rth or air or sky Some wonder that he ne'er had seen before. And often times he left his plow and work And kneeling down upon the new turned ground With wondering eyes beheld the wriggling worm That sought to hide his head beneath the soil, Or now reclining 'neath some mighty tree, Saw how the bees buzzed 'round the fragrant flowers And sought to sip the nectar from their cups, ' And watched the gaudy sylph ilit to and fro. But most of all he loved the busy ants, And would for hours sit there beside their hills And muse in silence on their wondrous ways. Each day his youthful brow more thoughtful grew And in his eyes there came a serious look. But now at last the field was plowed And all the ground was ready for the seed. Then far and wide he cast the yellow grain That found a grave beneath the up-turned earth. The prince watched every day with eager eyes The ground where lay the germinating grain, And sometimes, grown impatient at delay, Would brush the earth from the half sprouted seed T0 See Why 'bwas so very, very slow. ' But when he saw the tiny, pointed 15135195 Pierce through the soil, how passing proud he grew And as from day to day he saw these blades

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CZIFLQQ 65f:.QP1U- i.1,..l.l-- BY G ERTRUDE SUNDERLAND. iii- And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days. Please don't anyone say chestnuts! In the iirstplace, using slang is such a very unpraisevvorthy thing in young people, hardly to be overlooked even in Seniors, and in the second place, haveu't you been told nearly every day of your lives that you shouldn't tire of beautiful things but should enjoy them more and more each time you hear them? According to that, we certainly ought to be passionately fond of this passage by this time, for most of us had heard it dozens of times before ever we entered the High School, and after We became students in that respected institution did Wenot hear it quoted by each successive class of Sophomores, including our own, in a manner calculated to inspire love of the passage in every breast ? Surely I could not have chosen a text more familiar and dear to our hearts than this. ' On just such a lovely June day as Lowell describes, I had taken a book Qwho shall say it Wasn't 'C The Vision of Sir Laun- fal ?j and gone out by myself to read and muse under the shade of a favorite old tree. It was such a beautiful day that the temptation to be lazy and give myself up to enjoying the soft air, the songs of the birds and insects, and all the other pleasures of the early summer time, soon induced me to lay down my book and stretch myself out under the shade of the tree to gaze at the sky and indulge in day dreams. And it fell -out in the course of events that my thoughts began running .over the various delightful June days I had enjoyed since I .became a learned High School student, How I felt I had reached the Pisgah of all my longings