Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Till their beauties are done Will be worth no more than the thorn. Have no fear that our place will be taken. A red rose does not grow on the stock Of the white. But each one to its stem Has been fitted as true as a rock. The short time we have spent together Taught us more than we thought to learn. For we learned to be just, And we learned that we must Aid the plans of our classmates, not spurn. Encouragement made us the stronger, For the friends who have honored our thought Helped our hearts to be true, And give patience its due, Though the purpose with labor was fraught. YVhen the years of our union are over, When these moments are framed in the past, The troubles will then be forgotten, But the joys will remain to the last. 'Tis the petals that make the rose-blossoms, And if one chance to wither away, Like the strain of a song The perfection is gone When one note from the rest is astray. So with us. We have tried to grow truly, To unfold a bloom worthy of praise. But no flow'r would be there If each took not the care ' To improve in the sun's healthful rays. But the blossom, no matter how perfect, Must soon part with both velvet and blush. For the iiower cannot linger forever Any more than the note of a thrush.

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AS the quivering, red, dying petals 'Toward their last resting places descend, As they fall to the ground To be circled around And to earth their sweet fragrance to lend S0 We part, and our paths are divided. Each is gone on his own untried Way, And each one will be lost To the remaining host Till the dawn of another day. For, unlike the petals of Bowers, Our parting is not for always, And the class-mates of 1900 Will together sing glad songs of praise.