Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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6 The Scribbler LIFE (Senior Class Poem) “Our life is but a dream!” So spoke Of old the learned seers, And lo! their words in thundering tones Have echoed down the years. But see! The years in countless throngs Rise upward to deny. And hark! In acclamation loud, They stand and testify: “ ’Tis false! Our life is not a dream. Oh, look on us, the years, And see our never-ending strife, Our perils and our cares. And tell us, then, if thou canst say That life is but a dream!” “ ’Tis false! ’Tis false!” We make reply, “Our lives are what they seem. Life is a steep and rugged mount, With glory on its top. And we must labor, toil, and climb, Nor ever pause nor stop, For if we faint beside the way, We’ll lose our great reward, So we must fight, pass ever on, Though oft the way is hard. And when at last we’ve reached the top, With battles fought and won,

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The Scribbler 5 These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth; Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth— And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth. Henry Van Dyke.

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The Scribbler 7 We’ll gain our prize, our great reward, With all our labor done.” To this the years, with one accord, Made answer once again, And with their voices hushed and calm, They gave a soft “Amen.” John White, ’22.