Rocky Mountain College - Yellowstone / Poly Yearbook (Billings, MT)

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THE POLY Behicatiun In grateful memory VVe dedicate this Volume To those Sons of the Polytechnic, Who, in the hour of the Nation's peril Gave their lives That the World might be free. ii' i' 'I Ciba Bull nf ilaunnr Lieutenant Randolph Stocker Turner Shepherd Harry Randolph Spencer Willie Matthew Egan Edgar Vicery Marshall Young Donald Dunn

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' S3 T7 fo if ct -ff 7 5 rw ,I ,A F2 0 g ' N ' ' f Myfj THE POLY bong of the jlllluuntaina Ho! for the mountains! Hie away! Where cool springs iiow and wild winds playg Where nesting birds so sweetly trill 'Tile bubbling joys their glad hearts thrill, And whispering forests' fragrant aisles, Stretch smooth and green for miles and miles. Chorus: Ho! for the mountains! Hie away! We'll pay Dame Nature a call today, Far from the canyon the fresh breezes blow, To waft us a welcome. Away, let us go! Ho! for the mountains! Hie away! The lure of the hills we all obey, The velvet green of living bowers, O'er laced with boughs and hung with ilowersg The thousand sights and sounds and smells Of mountain forest greenwood dells, Ho! for the mountains! Hie away! A merry throng with faces gay, The gleaming blue that o'er us bends, Our hearts with Nature's sweetly blends, As blithe and free our voices ring, The hills shall echo while we sing. -A. H. D

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THE POLY Eintupsis To him, who, in the love of God, holds communion With these invisible forms, He speaks in Happiness and Harmonyg for his gayer hours, He has a voice of gladness, a smile, and Eloquence of Soul, no thoughts of the last Bitter hour. Time is Eternityg the shroud, The pall, and breathless darkness, are a Mockery to God's eternal life and loveg Go forth from thy mental lethargy and list To God's voice and from all around- Earth and her waters, and from everywhere- Comes a still small voicez- 1 'Tis but a few days, and God, all beholding God, Whom material senses cannot define, is manifest. This pale form, created and destroyed in sin, Cannot exist forever. Spirit, that nourishes Soul, claims you for its own to awake to Life again. Never losing your individuality, Journeying onward to the Throne of God, No, not thine eternal resting place, but to Life eternal. In our abiding place with the Most High, there is no sepulcher All that here live are but a few to those who Have lived well, laughed often, loved much. Take the wings of morning and dwell in all parts Of the Universe and you'll find God everywhere. So rest in peace, for there is no death there, And no departure can be made from God. So live this life, that when you join the Father, In the realms of Heaven where each shall have his Mansion in the Lord's house, thou go not in one Moment of fear, but rather by the faith of prayer, Sustained by God's infinite care. With unfailing faith Carry On, until you awake from this life and enter Into the realm of life where all is one infinite Good. -E. N., Jr.