Doylestown High School - Torch Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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DOYLESTOWN HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA HEY, eid Lehman, M. Chadwick, H. Fretz, D. W clux, H. Holmes, W. E. Ray. J Mad A. Stevens, A. Worthington, V. Sellers, G. Shaddinger, ard, C. Wetherill. S. Will

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PRIZE POEM A STUDY OF LIFE I wonder, as the dreamer and the thinker, Diligently, and upon a forethought subject, I question, but to obtain a foolish answer, And then to meditate upon its substanceand its truth, My question is an age old Socratic one, And I travel but to obtain its answer, What is life and why is the life lived? In my travelings I come upon a wooded spot, Beautiful and harmonious in its origin, And there I find the dreamer, the poet and the author, My question does not startle nor surprise them, For they answer as of one accord. The life is lived but for to dream and then to meditate, Not to live unto the common world, But to live in solitude in God's own sphere of thought. Later, I come upon two lovers, Contentment scrawled upon their bliss, They live but for to love and, in so doing die. Then, in a cleared spot, I come upon a gray, aged man, Silent and brooding, He is the pessimist, and him I need not ask, For one can see he lives but for to sigh and cynicize, Then, I come upon the clown, Living on a stage of pretense Laughing off a rending sigh, And in it making others laugh, Now I visit on the brooding priest, Weeping in his barrier of seclusion, He lives but for to give his life to one who gave it him to live Then, in God's own country I chance upon the rancher Living for his dogs, and cows, and sheep, He is separated intellectually, from the outside world, But he is rich only in that he is poor, Returning from this sphere, I pass into another sphere, the city There one finds the fiends, the criminals, the worldly men Living, principally upon another's life,