Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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Above a place and time or thought There lies in veiled obscurity, The greatness of a mind which rallies force ln conquest ot a hope. This binding will detaches from deep seeded ways And reaches through the mist To find still shadowed there a new ideal VVhich when slowly drawn into the light Ascends upon a lite as swelling song. YVhen grasped, this conquest becomes di And secretly through dusk ot' morn There welds an even higher goal st raught XVhich truly proves the spirit in its light. Through melting tears Both joy and sorrow are sublime For, covered by the night, such stillness That it death blooms again too soon, The virtue ot the quiet day will pass And in rest the field will fade with sleep. page ezlqlzl

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'Their quiet faces stay within my mind, And rise then fall in rhythmic loneliness. For fear beyond their hollow walls was less Than showed outside. I move away to find The comfort known to travellers who wind Their shallow paths in lonely peacelessness. But now upon my path as though to press The space, grows grass on tears and dew combined. This comfort known so doubtful in the night Removes its burden as the day in birth Has flowered. Comfort softens in the light While crystal tears of morning clean the earth, As from the hill of dawn the fog ascends My sorrow from its resting place unbendsf' Thelma Adelman page .reum

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Today creation lives in wild beauty, Undaunted by the melancholy hand of time, WVhich does not wander as the fog, But calls through all the many years To follow silently, and do what it commands. Step gently stranger, the tide is rising high, The sky is raging flame among the blue. And the silhouette of your hand is lmrave Among the many hands, Which are so gaunt against the slay, But strong in true reality Enriching life, it only with a peace That comes within one's self And casts all fear upon the winding wind. Pale is the mind which can not see the other shore, And paler yet the heart which will not follow fantasy But hangs upon the written word And sees the day as it is seen by millions. No, this time is slowly ebbing to the waste And confusion melts, Unclouding from the earth A richer wealth: The greatness ofa mind which rallies force ln conquest of a hope. W- 111115011 Demrau page II ine