Archbold High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Archbold, OH)

Page 12 text:

Sunuu't tn thr A. ii. 8 . See as I linger here, the sun grows low; Cool airs are murmuring that evening is near. Oh, High School from thy portals I go Consoled, tho sad. in hope and vet in fear. Brief is the time I know. The warfare scarce begun. Yet I would fain he near Thee, when I have won. Still flows the fount, whose knowledge strengthened me. And in Life’s battle, when the rise and fall of fortune tide, Shall rock men's fates, mine, their ships will guide. Thy victors names are vet too few to fill, Heaven’s mighty roll, that detests ill will. Yet I am proud. The glorious armory, I hat administered to me, is open still. L. R. G. ‘12.

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ifltj (Dili (Olitn ffiinnr In that dear old Brush Creek valley, there’s a little cottage home; I can see those hills and valleys where in childhood I did roam. With my brothers, sisters, gay. romping, laughing all the day. In my childhood’s happy home so far away. ()n the hillside stands the cottage, and the creek, it ripples by, Where the golden hearted daises turn their faces to the sky; 1 here the robins sweetly sing as they build their nests in spring. In that dear old Brush Creek valley far awav. Round the old piano gathered, oh, the picture ne'er grows dim. 1 can see those happy faces, hear them sing their evening hymn. In the old accustomed place, 1 can see my mother’s face. As she kissed us all good night when prayers were said. bar from the old home 1 ve wandered and the days have glided by, But the sacred memory lingers and I often long and sigh. Just to live those old days o'er, be a boy at home once more, In that dear old Brush Creek valley far away. CLAYTON SCHUSTER.