Plainfield High School - Milestone Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

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160 THE ORACLE Class Dau Ode HE Captain’s voice decrees: “Upon the shoreless seas, Launch out the ships I made thine own, to-day; All that Arabia holds, Spices and stones and golds, Rich-stored abundance waits for him who braves the way.” Equal the ships He gave, To stem the wildest wave; Equal to all the fulness of Hi s dower ; Unwarped, He filled our sails Ever with favouring gales; Yet do we find to-day Will equal to our Power? Us He has given all, Tis through ourselves we fall: What we shall be we only can decide, Whether to grasp the chance, Not blaming circumstance, Or let is pass unused—speak, ere thy Now has died! Ours is this plastic being, Plastic beyond our seeing, Mould it a Lincoln or a Cain at will! All to the high proves truer Than to the selfish doer, The clay is ours to mould, our hands the potter’s, still. Forgive the deeper Vision Unaided by Decision, Thought that aspires, without the hands to act, Judge not the seeming fool By the harsh tests of rule: Truth has more sides concealed than she displays in fact. Know and embrace the whole, Knowledge exalts the soul; Knowing, loving, striving on for ever;