Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

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BROCKTONIA Resplendent in the loveliness of spring. Then spake the Spirit in melodious voice, Oh youth, go not so swiftly to life's goal That thou see'st not God's handi- work which He Has giv'n to mortals that they may not find The journey too long nor the Way too hard. This wisdom slowed my eager steps a bit: I often paused to gaze at nature's gifts-A Thus passed the morn which had be- gun so fair. At noon the air grew hot and sultry, too: The sun beat down upon our weary backs. The way no longer led through ver- dant fields, But up steep mountain pathways strewn with rocks. I, footsore, panting, fain would have turned back: To my demands the Spirit answered brief, But half the destined path has been o'ercome: Push on: let not your footsteps falter weak With only half life's glorious work complete. Inspired anew by noble thoughts and hopes, I journeyed swiftly toward the set- ting sun. Soon twilight cast dim shadows o'er our road, But happy was my heart, for, through the mist, I saw a beacon shedding its pale light. Encouraged by its steadfast glow and cheer, My pace I quickened, when the Spirit spoke

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BROCKTONIA Eli R BARBARA C DRAKE Cflass Poet Lilzwn 1Bnvn1 Bright Dawn awoke me on a glorious day: There, at my side, the Spirit called Youth stood, Attired in heavenly raiment shining bright. Witlu hand upraised he bade me fol- low him. Swift I arose to do his bidding firm, All eagerness to greet a glorious life. Hushed we stole into meadows fresh with dew: He spoke not once till the fair path was reached, Leading to glory, but still hid in mist. Before us wound a pathway in and out, All glistening in the golden sunlight's sheen, While yonder rose low, undulating hills,

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g BROCKTONIA Once more, Why dost thou travel with such speed? For thou art not the only one in haste To reach the goal. Pray, Would'st thou leave this one So old, so weak, to perish by the way? I looked Where he was pointing: in the dust Lay pitifully moaning, too fatigued To move, an aged man. Impatient as I was, I could not fail a friend in need. Refreshing him with Water from a brook, I helped him to his feet and bade him lean On me. I chanced again to look ahead, And lo! the light was nearer and un- dimmed. We struggled onward in the dark of night: Not many paces had we gone before We saw a little, frighten'd child, so tired That our sad hearts were wrung with pity great. The child ceased sobbing at the sight of friends: He took my hand with all his child- ish trust, And We once more turned toward our common goal. No need was there to travel farther, for The light was full upon us. I had come Through service to the goal of my desire. ' Without a Word the Spirit left me there: The man and child had likewise dis- appear'd. I stood alone, and dawn was break- ing o'er A The hills that were enfolded in its light.