Spencer High School - Spencerian Yearbook (Columbus, GA)

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Sn y lemoriam The leaden skies of yesterday were like a pall. A sense of grief seemed to hang in the air. Such a feeling was inevitable, for it was as though the very wind was keening in the woodlands, the trees themselves sensitive to human emo- tions. Late November is the year’s own time of the long sleep, the summary if not the fare- well. The hills are bare to the buffeting of winter. And yet, the hills still stand. The trees are still rooted and rugged. Rivers flow to the sea. And beyond the gray clouds the sun keeps to its course and the stars are in their appointed places. The eternities prevail. We live with those eternities, though ourselves mortal; it is the human dream, the hope and aspiration, that per- sists. Take away all else and those are the hu- man eternities. Robert Frost, in his last book, wrote lines that sum it up: We vainly wrestle with the blind belief That aught we cherish Can ever quite pass out of utter grief And wholly perish. Dark days come, inevitable. And time persists, time that is both dark and light and forever changing. The time of the stars, the life of the hills, the time of man. And nothing cherished ever wholly perishes. Gray November is a pass- ing thing, and year’s end is no end at all, but another marker on the great rhythm. A tree falls, and a seedling is already rooted. Man persists, man with the capacity to dream and hope and dream again. Man, with his capac- ity for shock and grief, but also with his in- .of faith, of belief, is participation in truth of. continuity. —The Net