Dale County Christian School - Crusader Yearbook (Ozark, AL)

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FOURTH GRADE Mati Barefield Tamara Marsh How To Win — C.C. Cameron Genius, that power which dazzles mortal eyes. Is oft but perseverance in disguise. Continuous effort of itself implies, In spite of countless falls, the power to rise, 'Twixt failure and success the print's so fine. Men sometimes know not when they touch the line; Just when the pearl is waiting one more plunge. How many a struggler has thrown up the sponge. As the tide goes clear out it comes clear in; In business 'tis at turns, the wisest win; And, oh, how true when shades of doubt dismay, 'Tis often darkest just before the day. A little more persistence, courage, vim. Success will dawn o'er failure's cloudy rim. Then take this honey for the bitterest cup; There is no failure, save in giving up. No real fall, so long as one still tries. For seeming set-backs make the strong man wise. There's no defeat, in truth, save from within; Unless you're beaten there, you're bound to win. 14

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Michael LaDuew SEVENTH GRADE Winning It takes a little courage And a little self-control, And some grim determination If you want to reach a goal. It takes a deal of striving, And a firm and stern-set chin, No matter what the battle. If you're really out to win. There's no easy path to glory. There's no rosy road to fame. Life, however we may view it. Is no simple parlor game; But its prizes call for fighting, For endurance and for grit, For a rugged disposition And a don't-know-when-to- quit. You must take a blow or give one, You must risk and you must lose, And expect that in the struggle You will suffer from a bruise. But you mustn't wince or falter. If a fight you once begin. Be a man and face the battle — That's the only way to win. Author Unknown Kenneth Walding Chris Wiley Deanna Russell Randall Tomlinson Deanna Webb 13

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Trade Deloney Todd Simmons Jason Tarter Patrick Webb The Glory Of God In Creation — Thomas Moore Thou art, O Cod, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. And all things fair and bright are thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even. And we can almost think we gaze Through opening vistas into heaven, Those hues that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant. Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies. Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes. That sacred gloom, those fires divine. So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine When youthful Spring around us breathes. Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh, And every flower that Summer wreathes Is born beneath thy kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine. And all things fair and bright are thine.