Saint Michaels College - Hilltop Yearbook (Colchester, VT)

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The road was worn, and yet untrodden By footfalls that were all too used To the tumbling two-step of boyhood years. A new realm, a new rule, A new way that veiled, its steep ascent With that Morphic color and Olympic air Which is sometimes called the saving grace of youth. And on the scene we came: the Happy Wanderers, Seeking the greenwood tree-the wood that dreams are made of With the promise of green pastures we rounded the bend, Whistling merrily-despite a vague, persistent concept Of Ponce de Leon beside Pieria's spring. ,im

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This was the Watering place! Footsore, We sank securely to the mossy mat, Breathing-in thirsty draughts-the fragile air Cf a reborn earth. We saw the promise Gf green pastures budding forth-and laughed That We ever doubted it would come. We saw the bridge We once thought A Wild figment of a desperate hope Staunehly spanning the last canyon. We saw the road beyond: Roman and wide, The last mile of our journey. We heard the soft promise of the waters far below