Polytechnic High School - Polytechnic Student Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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- --if.- A Aff' . ' . 'Q' . rw' A 'W' - 'Q' 4Xflf4m +4x'Ag:a.X'x'z+QX2f The Spirit qt the Quest GILBERT Mooius, S'2.8 ln the days of man's beginning when the mists on the world hung low Ere the sea had felt a keel or choked was the river's flow, The waters tossed unburdened and stout was the heart and bold That dared to leave the land and face the water's cold. In time the gold-haired Nordic and the swarthy man of the South Launched forth the oar-banked galley and the ship of the dragon mouth Uncounted years have flown, the keels now cleave their way Fearless through the billows that fret 'neath human sway, For man has bridled the rivers and quelled the wrath of the sea, And Nature yields her secrets to him who would be free. For lo, in the cool of morn, we hear a muffled roar. Aloft in the depths of heaven, what winged creatures soar? They fly in flanked procession as the birds that southward hold When the icy blasts of winter first sweep the Arctic Wold. Are these mere birds of instinct? Lo, how they ride the air As the giant eagles wheel o'er the crags of their mountain lair. Are these the craft of godfolk who once were wont to claim The warriors of the northland wreathed with battle's fame? More wondrous still. Behold, 'tis the craft of puny man That rises from the earth 'neath wings of greater span Than ever eagle knew or god was wont to bear, For man now reigns supreme, on land, on sea, in air. And this, his last achievement, the greatest yet, forsooth, Is but a symbol of undying search for truth. Forever he will follow the magic of the gleam, And though the flame burn dim as though 'twere but a dream, The ardor of the quest in eager hearts abides, It surges ever restless as the motion of the tides. But hopes that strew its billows will sometime reach a shore Where visions of a future greater far than deeds of yore Engender grander thoughts, inspire the soul to rise And gird itself anew for the quest 'neath fairer skies. Where isles of fruitful wisdom stretch far 'neath welcome rays Of suns that know no night nor dawn of empty days. Oh, Wisdom of the ages! Oh, Quest that never ends! Oh, Spirit forging souls to a will that never bends! Forever we urge forward. Our banners brave the wind, Though eternity before us dwarf the ages left behind. -fill 412+