Pikeville High School - Panther Yearbook (Pikeville, KY)

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CLASS POEM The bounties of life have been falling about us; The blessings of years are drawing near. In our hearts is a sad, haunting loneliness, An overflowing joy tinted with fear. The master of the unknown is now calling us; The stepping stones of life are slipping by; The philosopher of time is sounding the trumpet; The highway we must tread is drawing nigh. Dear old P. H. S. you have been our home, Our shining ray in the darkness of night, You have girded, directed, protected and kept us, Kept us faithful and led our steps aright. Tomorrow will come the fulfillment of years Dreamed of beneath your sheltering walls; We ' ll always think of thee, our welcoming home, When this our own dim future calls. Dear Juniors, you too have been climbing upward, Filling the spaces with knowledge of time. So we ' re leaving you to take our places, To hold our honors and strengthen our line. Let your faithfulness collaborate with your aims; Let your own majestic goals soar high. And now, dear Juniors, in our last parting words Take our advice and let us say Good-bye. Again, Dear Pikeville High School, we lift our eyes And gaze upward at your sheltering walls. In true devotion we offer our tribute And think of thy fading yet cherished halls. We ' ll listen in vain for steps resounding, We ' ll listen in vain for the old bell ' s chime, Tolling! Tolling! Tolling! in its majestic tower, Ringing out the hours of closing; out the hours of time. Belma Blanton.