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

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Four Weary years, she softly sighs Of struggle, toil, and fears 5' 'Tis finished now, and is this all I've gathered from these years? 'Tis finished? But is this the goal Iive tried for long and hard? Diploma! ,,Can,it..be that.this Is nowmy sole reward? '5' ' Is this to be the glorious end I dreamed of long ago, And can it be that 1ny high. aims Have ended all in show? I I Wanted honor, that I might, To all the world be known, Fame 'seemed to be the only thing I longed to call my ownf' Is it? Oh no, it cannot be The fondvhopes I have cherished lVere naught but idle fantasies And in this manner perished. The fire is burning low and lower, The dreary rain is dripping, And through the wistful downcast lids The shining tears are slipping. She lets them fall unheedingly In glit'ring, gleaming drops, The world for her is desolate, There areno brightened spots. She rises from her lowly seat, And, going to the door, A dismal landscape shows itself Although the storm is o'er. I3 I

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CLASS POEM. AFTER COMMENCEMENT. iii?- BY GENEVIEVE KI TTREDGE . Finished l At last the time has really come, When, filled with happy thoughts and joyous glee, Our books are flung aside and each one says, At last 'tis finished! Now indeed I,1D free. A maiden sweet and fair to see Sits by a dying fire, I Her handslie folded in her lap, ' Her eyes show deep desire. Bright giftsof flowers before her lie, Fair buds of dainty hue, Ribbons and gloves, and last of all A parchment tied with blue. ' She handles it caressingly, Unrolls and reads again, Beholds with dreamy lingering gaze The traciugs of the pen. A shadow creeps across her face, Her eyes sad thought betray 3 And with a gesture of despair She thrusts the thing away. I 2 it sf V413 5, 3 3,1 A 1 is . ,Q .i ,PL 'Q 4 rl 3 , T ,iii 5 A f ha 5 si ET ,v' ,. 'K faq 35

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She pictures in the clouds above Her school years one by one- A symbol of her gloomy thoughts,- For darkened is the sun. ' Her heart is weary noivland sad, Sees not the sun still shining, Forgets that clouds, howeyer dark, Must have a silver lining. She watches, and her mournful eyes Read all as her life story. Ah me ! And will it always be, Like this, devoid of glory? The clouds are drifting slowly past, Each one is edged with gold, A smile of hope creeps to her eyes, New promises unfold. The clouds have nearly disappeared, Forth breaks the glorioususung The maiden cries with raptu-rous eyes, Finished? I've just begun. I4