West High School - Panther Yearbook (Salt Lake City, UT)

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e 'S.L.H.S.vk Ai S DEDICATIG isa 7 lla Euless Head of the English Department of the Salt Lake High School Since Its Foundation, the Senior Class of 1921 Respectfully Dedicates This Book YYY I. Sweet spring is here, the meadow lark on twig atilt is singingg The violet nestles in the greeng new spice the breeze is bringingg O'er mountain top the anthems clear their color-tones are flinging, The light gleams through your window as of oldg The sky is blue, the field is flooded gold, The flag floats, proudly tethered, fold on fold. Bright western butterflies to you their silent ways are winging. II. Their fans are spread with shimmering dust our message to deliver, And, like a sparkling stream in air, the jeweled wishes quiverg Your loving spirit circles on, returning gift to giver. We've missed your rippling laugh, your cheery face, Your generous counsel, your consoling grace: But chains of love are strong--disproving spaceg And neither near nor far is Life, the omnipresent river. 111. n Turn where we may, the chalice glows, with vital ether pendingg Lift you the cup, its beams be-tipped with health and peace unendingg Know, while you drink, it fills again, its contents never spending. With radiant heart, renew without dismay Your faithful service in your joyous way, While iridescence veils each coming day. We wait for you, our friend and guide, dear memories' arms extending. IV. Soon autumn-time in cloth of gold its round will be returningg The burnished pumpkins in the field their robes of summer spurningg The long red sunset, mountain high, like forest fires burning: and latent glories, past the ken of word, The touch of artist's brush, the song of bird, Would greet the heart they have so often stirred. Old High School waits your sure returng our magnet, love, is yearning. -M. T. MOFFETT. Q 192: V