Provo High School - Provost Yearbook (Provo, UT)

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llive in Such an Age With every year a lightning page Turned in the world’h great wonder book Whereon the leaning nations look. When men speak strong for brotherhood, For peace and universal good, When miracles are everywhere, And every inch of common air Throbs a tremendous prophecy Of greater marvels yet to be. 0 thrilling age, O willing age! When steel and stone and rail and rod Become the avenue of God — A trump to shout his thunder through To crown the work that man may do. To be alive in such an age! When man, impatient of his cage, Thrills to the soul’s immortal rage For conquest — reaches goal on goal, Travels the earth from pole to pole, Garners the tempests and the tides And on a dream Triumphant rides. When, hid within the lump of clay, A light more terrible than day Proclaims the presence of that Force Which hurls the planets on their course. 0 age with wings O age that flings A challenge to the very sky, Where endless realms of conquest lie! When, earth on tiptoe, strives to hear The message of a sister sphere, Yearning to reach the cosmic wires That flash Infinity’s desires. To be alive in such an age! That blunders forth its discontent With futile creed and sacrament, Yet craves to utter God’s intent, Seeing beneath the world’s unrest Creation’s huge, untiring quest, And through tradition’s broken trust The flame of Truth’s trumphant thrust; Below the seething thought of man The push of a stupendous plan. O age of strife! O age of life! When Progress rides her chariots high, And on the borders of the sky The signals of the century Proclaim the things that are to be — The rise of woman to her place, The coming of a nobler race. To be alive in such an age — To live in it. To give to it! Rise, soul, from thy despairing knees. What if thy lips have drunk the lees? Fling forth thy sorrows to the wind And link thy hope with humankind — The passion of a larger claim Will put thy puny grief to shame. Breathe the world thought, do the world deed Think hugely of thy brother’s need. And what thy woe, and what thy weal! Look to the work the times reveal! Give thanks with all thy flaming heart— Crave but to have it in a part. Give thanks and clasp thy heritage — To be alive in such an age! —Angela Morgan -3-