Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

Page 22 text:

BROCKTONIA Thexr shmlng leaves qulte reeked wnth poxs nous smell Agam the Voice spoke Touch not these my chxld For Vxces are they called First Drmk and Lust Then Pleasure Love of Gam and Avarxce I shuddered as my hand drew quickly back Tempttng the frult and strong its power to lure I trax eled on Soon brambles choked my path What rxght have these I crled to bar my steps How can I ever pass? The Volce replled Break through the thorns You can Tls just to day That you are favored Your eyes may dlscern A path between But he who comes by here He who s chosen thls for life s own way Is torn and scratched If he bursts through thus snarl A sorry s1ght IS he and scorned by all These thorns are traits despised by God Dnshonesty Hypocrisy and Lles Dlsloyalty and Dlsbellef and Hate So ll1dlStlI1Ct I almost lost my way Brxght blrds of VlVld plumage flew about All pleasmg to the eye but no songs sang The sun was settmg not m a blaze of light But m a misty haze when I emerged Upon a rise of ground As I looked down I saw my steps would lead to a dank swamp To that dread bog a strange power led me on Monnentum was too great to slow my feet Take care That marsh wlll mean oblnvxon And after that a brxef but fearsome death From whence no soul can ever reappear But as I looked a loud and awful wxnd Possessed my ears The scene grew dark and then I found myself once more wxthm the wood Where was the mtersecuon of the paths Thls t1me I chose the rlght I-low steep It was' The way led up a hull where every step Was dangerous and rocks slxpped hurtl1ng back As barren was the countryslde but no red buds Flourxshed besxde thrs road and no gay b1rds Dotted dull landscape with the1r brnlhant wmgs And on the path I saw a tlny child Weepnng wnth lonlmess and fear of the unknown I took It by the hand and led xt on Wlth me Quite soon I VICVS ed an ancxent man Strugglmg and stumblxng wtth each step Hum too I helped upon hns way And long It was before I reached the top Blmd Wnth wearmess and tott rmg wlth fatigue I looked about . . . . . . , . . t ,, . . , . ' 9 7 ' ' 77 Y 7 ' 3 , . , ff ' !Y ' ff - 9 9 5 ' va ' ' , ff 7 ' ' Y I ' ' Y i , , . I 5 I 9 ' - - - as Y Y ' The path wound m and out, sometlmes so famt, I I 5 , 7 7 1 Y Q rc - - ' Y, 7 5 , . 3 , . . V . 7 7 ' . . , . . .

Page 24 text:

22 BROCKTONIA i .IFANFTTE LEVIN HELEN TINDALE Class Now our tears and smxles are mingled As the parting hour draws mgh Just as showers dxm the sunshme Of a changing Aprll sky All our happy days together Fmd us bound by loyal tle And leave depths of love eternal For dear Brockton Hugh Friends and comrades who have traveled Up the rugged tollsome way Pat ent teachers who have guided Stumhlmg footsteps day by day Grateful thoughts we 11 ever send thee Though our farewells now we say Cherished mem rles of glad school days Wxll be ours alway O t Ode Golden goals shine fair before Ever gleamxng from afar As we str1ve with youth and courage Toward some dlstant sparlclxng star For each one dlvergxng pathway And far twxllght gate ajar Leading toward a lofty purpose And the radlant star F ll famt hearts wlth lovmg lclndness Oh dear Father of us all Add Thy wnsdom to our frallty Lend Thy guldance lest we fall Help us see deep truth and hve xt In our deeds both great and small T111 we prove our chosen motto Truth shall conquer all Helen Tmdale 1 ,V , J . Composer 1115 ' ' us- , -. 5 , 7 7 7 1 7 ' 9 9 1 7 . . 7 9 . , . , , u ' K! Q,