Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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THE MISSILEU Gliding o'er a gilded ocean 'Tis a bark of glitt'ring gold. Oh, the wealth of such devotion God hath given young and old, Stirring now my true emotion! Awe-inspired, I stand there gazing, At the wonders God hath wrought: Head bowed down, but soul uplifted, By the lesson nature's taught, Of a man with God thus gifted. ll' 4' ll' Ill III Sonnet of Spring 'Tis spring, and life is budding forth in gleeg The merry robin redbreasts gayly sing Above the springing, chirping everything. The earth is blooming out in every tree, And bears sweet nectar to the bumblebee. In every pond a knee-deep song does ring, And chilling winter dares no longer cling To a world where joyous spring would victor be But man, for whom it all was Wrought by God In form remains the same, yet by it all He is inspired to seek for greater things: To trust in Him who made us from that sod From which the flowers at His gentle call Have sprungg hence man to his Creator sings lk if Ill ll' IV On An Atheist I saw it wand'ring through the vale, A sad and lonely sight: I heard its wan and weary wail, In the silence of the night. The echo as it answered yet, Its Weird and wild refrain In groans and moans, I'll ne'er forget My heart did pierce with pain. It stood there by the spring of life, Till it sank upon the sodg But it knew not how to vie with strife- 'Twas a soul without its God.

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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.

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-bf PETERSBURG man SCHOOL 140'- Old Panama By Phyllis Hersh . N air of peaceful quiet prevails here in this old and ruined city. The jungle silently and slowly continues to take possession of a once beautiful and powerful metropolis. We stood in the still silence of the tropical mid-afternoon, with the sun beating down mer- cilessly upon us, and looked out to sea. The indigo waters had fled from the golden strip of sand that lined the shore where the century-old, but still protecting Wall had failed to hold the the encroaching waves back from a moldering, crumbling city. A mile away the waters sparkled and leaped, but between the strip of golden sand and that lovely flashing blue was a barren waste of sticky black muck that held on its bosom small sun- fiecked' puddles. Curious blue crabs ran lightly over its surface, and small sea folk played about in their tiny silver puddles. Bits of drab seaweed and pink shells lay where Neptune had forsaken them, awaiting his return. Soon the waters would come hurry- ing back, the waves tumbling over one another in their haste to reach the shore. Neptune would once more gather up his chil- dren, and again a lovely bay would smilingly adorn the barren waste. As I stood there, the rattle of an anchor chain came to me down through the ages. The tide was high, and just outside the shallow bay a Spanish merchant ship had come to anchor. Her sails iiapped idly, and the rhythmic singing of the deck hands came across the water, as boats were lowered over the side and 'were quickly loaded by brawny men, whose bodies swayed to the chants of their shipmates. The oars dipped and rose and flashed in time to the boatswain's lusty shouts. Eagerly, the many small boats skimmed over the shallow waters and were soon beached. No sooner had their burdens been carried up the paved ramp to the top of the sea wall, of which the King of Spain, having grown impatient at giving so much from his vast treasure chests to build, made the statement that he expected to rise one morning and see from out his chamber windows the wall, rising in majestic silence on the horizon, than a great commo- tion went up from the throng that awaited them. The shrill, ex- cited calling of women over their bargaining, the shouts of the merchants, the quick, sharp barking of dogs broke the monotone that had prevailed. Women in picturesque, long, full-skirted dresses, with their White or black mantillas, the well dressed -19-. .