De La Salle High School - Delta Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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AFTERTHOUGHT O time why dost thou hasten so? My mind do not grow old. O years halt in thy onward step, And keep me in thy fold. How loth I am to leave school life; To leave these days of joy, Where carefree youth and untroubled mind Make up the bright schoolboy. De La Salle from thee now I go: Your portals 1 must leave; But in my memory long will linger Your scenes of dawn and eve. To me you’ve been a mother dear; My wrongs you’ve sought to right, Like an ever guardian angel Watching day and night. Upon me you have placed a crown, One that I revere. Though it be not of natural gold, To me it shall be dear. In it you have impressed my faith, My religion and my code. Through teachers that are friends indeed And pals though they be old Shining in that crown there is A jewel of spiritual gain. In it you have also placed A moral and mental grain. Alas! I go for time must speed: I must leave you behind. The crown you have bestowed on mi I embed in my mind. Farewell! dear Alma Mater, dear; My gratitude to thee, A Senior now I do embark With what you have taught me. Twenty-Two —By E. J. A.