Augusta Military Academy - Recall Yearbook (Fort Defiance, VA)

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: a APTAIN WILLIAM MCCHESNEY YARBROUGH C

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wA y ANN ee yo WH . Me zy h aA | aan Sy r f al CW ae i) ery ||| TAY HM i i) 7 Mi Dedication THE RECALL of 1930 is a respectful testimonial to the ability and efficiency of Captain William McChesney Yarbrough who, as Post-Adjutant, has faithfully served this Academy for more than a score of years. Asking no more of others than he himself freely gives, he scrupulously performs his many duties. Keen executive, true friend, his real worth is appreci- ated by both students and faculty. A charter member of the “Old Guard,” he has stood shoul- der to shoulder with the principals in the creation of the “Greater A. M. A.” s- ——

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The Spirit of Augusta By B,C. S.—A. M.A, With highborn faith, 1’ll bid the world to try me, Nor plead my youth’s unseasoned ken and skill; Shall mountains stand high-tow’ring to defy me, Their lifted heights shall not oppose my will. ’ll ’wake from dreams, all dreams that have misled me ; Awake, I’ll seek for living truths around ; I'll eat more wholesome fare than doubt hath fed me, Nor sleep with fear upon the naked ground. With faith that blinds, I’ll ask great odds of distance, Demanding, take such odds—my righteous due ; I’ll hold to right, whose liberal assistance Shall free me for life’s nobler tasks to do; I’ll follow trail that leads to godlier living, And feel the thrill of soothing others’ pains ; I’ll share my life with them, what though such giving May lead me oft’ unto the lowly plains. With shielding faith, Ill use the moment current, Tomorrow’s dawn shall not weigh on my soul; Should failure strike, it shall prove no deterrent— No thrust shall blind my eye to truth’s high goal. Vl not rush in where rashness bids the going, But enter hell at duty’s clarion call ; I'll seek the heights, nor shall I fear, well knowing That right hath not whereunto it may fall. With faith that frees, I'll make old chains to mind me That slav’ry binds through fear’s beclouded view ; ’ll scan the upward trails of life and find me That trail to heights where passed some soldier true. Rich prizes wait for them that carve the beauty Of faithful work, and laugh at doubt’s poor wraith: The hour demands the soul that’s true to duty— This is the age of them that still have faith!