Ogden High School - Classicum Yearbook (Ogden, UT)

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Knowledge Is it from some distant 'shore I hear a voice lamenting, - The savage struggle of this war Is futile and ne'er endingn? Do mothers' voices plead in pain Above their bitter tears, Save my son at any costg Release me from these fears ? 'Tis not so within our sight, Where well is understood The reason for this brutal fight, The hope of brotherhood. Waning lbawn All hail to thee, Thou who gave. O'er the land and sea Hope still shall wave! Memory, memory of youth, Look out across the dawn, With joy, and deed, and truth That life lingered on. Let not life's ticking stop In the gasp of one last breath Like the sound of a glorious clock Whose master has willed it to death. 1 For these thoughts will carry on In the minds of all who are free. For in the light of flaming dawn The Stars and Stripes they shall see. Nancy Fetscher 0 5 The Came The strength within each mother's soul, Embracing one last pause, O'ershadows grief and sorrow In her knowledge of the cause. Wh Her But His His His His His en jinally strikes the sword of death son is yet so young, he in truth and honor rests, duty is well done. headstone is his homeftown school, epitaph is peace: heritage is freedoms ruleg will, eternity. Georgia Anderson To Zu 7mn Pain From death we rise, and say to you, As you remember us we live: We breathe the air of each free man And stand with him against oppression. We hold not only with the free, But cast our hope with broken souls. The pain of tyranny was ours, Yet still we cry to right these wrongs. We died on countless battlefields And wrote for you the preface To a tolerant world. Sanctify our memory in an ever Godly peace Kay Randall

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ATlME will come, you hdve hedrd soid, When you will remember your high school dorys os the hoppiest ones in lite. So We moy, lor here We gre look- ing over our shoulders oft memories olreody grown priceless. All hoil, Almo Moiter, thou guide ol our youth, Thou holth moulded our spirits to thineg We cherish thee now os thou cherished us then And invoke on thee blessings divine.