Marquette University High School - Flambeau Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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UNIVERSITY HIGH SCHOOL MARQUETTE

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The Hilltop At tho foot of the hill a young prospvctor l1alts For ho choosos his path, but full mindful of faults Slowly falls on lzis hnovs, in the swoot morning brcozo. i Then lifts up lzis mind and his hoart-God! Plraso! Through a rift in the clouds tho sun lrroales out And srattors its boauty in the canyons about, ln tho heart of tho prospoctor takes its abode, And he trods on anow-o'or a boaton road. Long docs ho labor, porsozfrving and wofl, His hvart grows proua', at its might doos it swoll, lVhat looms in tho distanco? A towering frag? l'Vhy,-wlly, O will, do your footsteps lag? Tho lilarh roptilo glittors and glidos along, And whore, vain youth, whoro is your song! ln tho dark of tho night, in tho thifk of the fight, From the polo star our God sends His ethorcal light. lVith tho last yellow beam of tho fading pak moon, Footholds arc found in tho ominous rorle. Upward ho mounts with a frm stop and truc, lVatvhing tho sun as it mounts in the blur. Tho summit is won! His 15110 soul is lifoarlzod Hy tho trials of tho King, but his goal is roarhcd. Now hc stands on thc frostand his work ho surzfcys, Rough roads, woodod ways, but his hardship ropays Now ho loans o'or tho brink, and his hoart may woll sink At thc infinite span and tho minutcnoss of man, liut ho falls on his hnoos in loarning's pure brooso, Thon lifts up his mind and his heart-God! Ploaso! Through a rift in tho flouds God's gran' liroales out And showers its lilossings on the truo and dowout. In tho mind of tho conquoror though wide hc roam lVill monzorios lu' rootrd of lllarquotto,-his own. EDWARD L. METZLER, 8 41