Grants Pass High School - Toka Yearbook (Grants Pass, OR)

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At tlj? farting nf tl|r Mags t the parting of the ways each takes his separate path Which leads apart from out the school room door, Each has his road to wander in as each traveler hath, And passing, passes that road no more. What roads! Some light, some dark, yet all a tangled maze, And each alike from out the fading past recedes, Wherein we wander through the nights and days, Where’er our fateful fancy leads. A t the parting of the ways we cast our caps in air To choose what roads we travelers hope to take; But subtle Fate breathes on them unaware And makes the choice which we had thought to make. So Destiny leads our careless steps aside; Each has his life to live as you have yours; Each must within the fateful walls abide; Both he who enjoys and he who but endures. At the parting of the ways we say sad good byes, Though oft we know not the pathways lead apart, Each then upon his aspiration sets his eyes, Nor knows the chill which dooms the exiled heart. Some to the right; some to the left, but all away; All—with knowing why, nor whence, nor when; Will any chance to meet? Ah, who can say! Only this we know; none lead back again. —L’A.

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