Rockford High School - RHS Yearbook (Rockford, IL)

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NOC'lx'!fOlCl7 IJIGHA SCHOOL ANNUAL r 23 tea 1914 'fum The silver moon makes jet black silhouettes Of stately pine trees, budding oaks, and hills. The owl, the frog, the cricket, .Evening's pets, Accomp'nied by the splash of unseen rills, ' Each call at intervals, in varied notes g And make the night seem yet more hushed and still, While through the air a dull oppression floats, And infinite space with sadness seems to iill. Wherefore rejoice? I mourned-then thought a while O'er four short years of new found joys gone by. YVherefore rejoice,?,' My lips formed in a smile, But 'ere they broadened-drooped into a sigh. I smiled at all the frolic and the fun, The mishaps we were guilty of each day, I sighed because those lightsome days were done, And now I leave, another takes my place. To balder pates and grayer locks than mine, A sorrow such as this may trifling be. Their years have witnessed misery and grind, And blackness such as angels fear to see. And yet, is it not sadness now to leave Each preceptor, each oft-strolled hall, each friend? And should we not with ample reason grieve That all those good old times we've had must end? To be one little part of thy great whole, Of thy machinery to be one cog, 'That I might help to make thy great wheels roll, Andi not to rust in disuse-fnot to clog- That was my wish, and I my work did face, I labored, and imbibed school's zest-and gist, And now had come the parting of the way, While I pass on, and am not even missed. Thus has it always been, thus shall it be As long as God with mortals keeps his bond, And while the sun dips in the western sea, ' Shall man incessantly be passing on.