Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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i M Class Poem By Mary E. Ward Fare-thee-well, dear High School days, Our stay with you is o'er, And we can give you naught but praise. Could anyone say more? Life's door for us you've opened wide, May tho journey hence be clear! By your trusty wisdom far descried You've taught us none to fear. We have toiled and we've attained One step towards our goal. Though by leaving you we're pained, We're happy on the whole. On setting out on an unknown sea, We're endeavofing to be game. May each deserve his destiny- Good-byel We're on to fame! W 'nf' iv ? 1. ka Q- ,xfiisi

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Four Poems By George H. Orser I The Birth of Spring 'Tis night, and now the whistling wind, Those chills without, and those within, Around the glowing hearth do press, And talk of spring and its power to bless. Hark! 'twas a gentle knock at the door. The first was allg there were no more. 'Twas there that on the threshold lay A baby wreathed in flowers of May. They nursed the child, so strong and fine, Till the warm, bright sun of heaven did shine, And the earth was bathed with April showers And budded forth into fragrant fiowers. It was a golden day in June That a bird was warbling its merry tune, And the baby's guardians heard it sing, My friends, you've harbored the new-born spring. ill!!! II Evening Meditation Hush, 'tis evening's mystic murmur, Whisp'ring through the lofty pine: 'Tis but a soft and gentle token Of a love that is divine, Of a spell that is unbroken. Shining in its glowing heavens Sails the moon through the twinkling bay, Casting o'er the world its wonder, As it takes its royal way, As it cleaves the clouds asunder.