Sierra High School - Oracle Yearbook (Whittier, CA)

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my name I Qive to thee »» The name rny infant ear first heard Breathed softly with a mother ' s kiss His mother ' s own, no tenderer word My father spoke than this. No child have I to bear it on; Be thou its keeper; let it take From gifts well used, and duty done New beauty for thy sake. The fair ideals that out ran My halting footsteps, seek and find; The flawless symmetry of man The poise of heart and mind. Yet when did age transfer to youth The hard-earned lessons of today? Each life must learn the taste Each foot must feel its way. r: } K ' ■ Dear town, for whom Stars shine, and What can my ( My winter to rs are born, irds sing, to morn A life T ' , voUW pure intent. With small f ' -ert of praise or blame; Tlje love ' felt, the good I meant, neo ' ' e thee with my name. —TO WHITTIER

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Seventy-five years ago a group of Quaker pioneers met to select a name for a new city, a modest Christian community that was to be high in cultural and educational achievement. After many months of deliberation, they agreed to honor a man of their own time, an American poet and fellow Quaker, John Greenleaf Whittier. During the seventy-fifth anniversary of our city, we should take a moment to reflect on this man whose name we mention every day of our lives. Being familiar with his Barefoot Boy and Snow- bound, we tend to think of Whittier only as a rustic poet. But Whittier was something more — he was the poet of the anti-slavery cause. He supported labor reform and wrote stirring chronicles of the vivid pages in American history — wars, explorations, discoveries. He was a fighter as well as a farmer, an idyllic dreamer as well as a breaker of idols. Throughout these pages, lines from the works of John Greenleaf Whittier accompany pictures of places familiar to us in the city with which he felt proud to share his name.

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