Medina High School - Mirror Yearbook (Medina, NY)

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The Mirror 1932 Page Slx Washington, the Nation-Builder By Edwin Markham A Spartan mother ealled him into Time, And kindled duty in him as a flame, VVhile he was sc-hooled by the primeval hills Of old Virginia-schooled by her mighty woods, Where Indians war-whooped and the wild beast plowled His name was written on no eollege serollg But he drank wisdom from the wilderness. The mountains poured i11t0 his soul their strength, The rocks their fortitude, the stars their calm. He grew a silent man, Yet earried on all roads The lofty eourtesies, the high reserves. He seemed to know, even in this noise of time The solemn quiets of Eternity. 7 But fiery energy, a live crater, slept Under that mountain calm, yet never blazed Into a passion, save in some blaek hour VVhen eraven souls betrayed the people. Then He was all sword and flame, a god in arms. With the heart of a child, the wisdom of a sage He toiled with no self to serve. He grew in greatness, year by luminous year Until he carried empire in his brain. Yet if no Cause, no high commanding Uause, Had ealled him to the hazard of the deed, None would have guessed his power To build a nation out of chaos, give To her the wings of soaring destinies. But at the Hour, the People knew their Man, The one ordained of Heaven, ordained to stand In the deadly breach and l1old the gate for God

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1932 The Mirror -,,,,,,Y, And when the Seroll was signed and the glad Bell Of Independence echoed round the world, He led his tattered host on stubborn fields, Barefoot and hungry, thru the iee and mire- Thru dolors, valors, desperations, dreams- Thru Valley Forge on to world-startling hours When proud Cornwallis yielded up his sword. And all the way, down to the road 's last bend, Cool Judgment whispered to his listening mind. Where there was faltering, he was there as faith, VVhere there was weakness, he was there as strengthg Where there was discord, he was there as peace. His trust was in the Ruler of Events- In Him who watches. He could say, The ends Are in God's hands. I trust, But while l trust I battle. In this ereed, His soul took refuge and his heart found rest. VVhen, after Yorktown, all the guns were husht, Still was our Chieftain on a battle line, Fighting old laws, old manners, old beliefs. He fought tl1e outworn old, And lit new torches for the march ahead. Life tried his soul by all the tests of time- By hardship, treaehery, ingratitudeg Yes, even by victory and the loud applause. When fortune flung to him a crown, he flung The bauble baek and followed the People 's dream. He turned from all the tempters, Stood firm above the perils of success- Stood like Monadnock high above the clouds. Page Seven