Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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- 28 THE MILESTONE. When the years of earth are over and the cares of earth are done; When the reign of time is ended and eternity begun; When the thunders of omniscience on our wakened senses roll, And the sky above shall wither and lie gathered like a scroll; When among the lofty mountains and across the mighty sea. The sublime celestial bugles shall ring out the reveille, Then shall march with brightest laurelsand with proud, victorious tread. To their station up in Heaven, our Grand Army of the dead.”

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HE MILESTONE. 27 fill up with a record for eternity, which eternity itself cannot alter. There are two light-houses standing not far apart on our Atlantic coast: one, called Cape Henry is at the entrance to Hampton Roads, and every flash of its light is like a hand of love beckoning the sailor into a safe harbor. The other, Cape Hatteras, is situated on a desolate, wave-beaten, wreck-strewn shore and the flash from its light is like a hand of woe, warning all unlucky mariners away from its dangers. And so while many lives are like the last light, monuments of warning with lessons of sadness written on their characters for others to avoid, the lives of our nation’s heroes are like the first, beckoning their countrymen onward and upward. These men have freely given their all. even their lives for their country’s welfare and should receive the glory and gratitude of her people. When the trembling nation called them they were ready and now in its prosperity it should honor the unreturning brave. May their example be made to tell on the boys of our nation who should live, if need be, to follow them. With each returning Memorial Day let us honor with our brightest garlands those who wore the blue, fought for the Union and marched to victory; nor yet forget those, who with mistaken zeal, wore the gray and just as bravely followed a losing cause. It matters little whether they rest in the great national cemetery on the battle-field of Chickamauga, or sleep in unknown graves north or south, or beneath old ocean’s waters: whether they rest where the hazy light gathers over the wood, under the whispering pines of the Carolinas; or whether soft and low the night wind waves the grass above their graves on some northern hill-top: or where the Father of Waters flows proudly to the sea. The last beam of twilight falls alike on their graves and the same starry sky over-arches all. No more will the drum-beat rouse them from slumber. The flag that rippled in the breeze is gone: hushed is the bugle sound: done is their duty.

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■prop ecy-- IV|ay-tS) y 1 i)re am.” Ruth Olnky. One May-day I was gathering flowers for May-baskets. I gathered a large bunch of violets and then seated myself in a grape-vine swing. I had been thus for some time, when I heard a sweet voice say, “How do you like the looks of my subjects?” I didn’t think of the subjects at first because I was looking for the owner of the voice. At last I turned my head, and there, swinging and swaying on a willow branch. I saw a tiny being wearing a golden crown and a dress of pansies. I knew at once that this was the “Queen of the Flowers,” so I said. “I beg your pardon, but to which particular subjects were you just referring?” She laughed and said, “Why, to the ones you have with you.” Then I looked down at the flowers in my lap which, it seemed to me, looked brighter and sweeter than ever, now that their queen was near them. “Oh!” I said, “Why, I think they are beautiful and so sweet.” This seemed to please her. Suddenly I experienced a strange sensation as though passing rapidly through space; then I found myself on the outskirts of the city of Athens. I felt the cool breeze, heavy with the odors of numerous flowers, and saw the bright blue sky above me. I started into the city, and as I advanced was surprised to discover that I was not in Athens of this day, but in “The eye of Greece, mother of arts,” in the days of Parthenon. I saw many people dressed in their loose and costly garments, and was not a little surprised to notice several women among the throng. When 1 came to the Parthenon I was dazed at what I