Henderson High School - Pep Pac Yearbook (Henderson, NC)

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Fourteen Senior Class Poem Now that High School Days are over All the world becomes our stageg Our lives lie open before us, A worthy battle we must wage. Yet we will pause for a while in our actions, Drift back for a moment in sweet dreams, 'Till remembrance of our dear school days Surround us in soft, shining beams. lf I had the gift of an artist, l would paint a picture clear Of the happy, joyful hours That we spent Within that sphere. But let us not be idle dreamers, Relying on those dear, bygone days, For we must ever struggle onward To acquit ourselves well upon this stage. The curtain is now rising. The whole world we must face, hlay each life be pure and clean As we begin to take our place. G. V. B., Clay: Poe! X f pg .- 1'