East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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FACULTY OF EAST MICH SCHOOL.

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CLASS POEM, ’04 FAREWELL, dear E. H. S., farewell. Our high school days are o’er. We all have loved thee long and well, We’ll love thee evermore. With purple ribbons and with white Our hearts are bound to thee. To thee, a school of truth and right, Beside the Genesee. TO realms of math and history We here have op’ed the door. We here have felt the mystery Of Greek and Latin lore. And more than this, for here we’ve made Friends that shall faithful be, When in our after-life we’ve strayed Far from the Genesee. THROUGH echoing corridors and hall. With pleasure most extreme. We’ve heard the pupils one and all Cry out The team, the team!” As from the fields both far and near They’ve brought the victory Back to our Alma Mater dear, Beside the Genesee. Departing from this school of ours. Where knowledge long we’ve sought. We think of all the happy hours Our high school days have brought. We fain would linger near this spot, And our old pathway tread, But duty calls us: •• Tarry not. New pathways lie ahead!” AND so we go, dear E. H. S., To other fields of work, With what we gain we forward press, No duty would we shirk. But backward we will often gaze And fondly think of thee, Where we have spent such happy days Beside the Genesee. r i NORMAN H. STEWART.