West High School - Senior Occident Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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The Class Poem Wc linger at the parting of the ways. And wc arc glad to go, yet fain to stay ; Behind us four short years of sun and shade. Before us all of Life's long hidden way. Just as when sometimes on a summer’s day A little child will stand with wistful eyes. And look across the flowery fields to where The tree-crowned summits of the blue hills rise. And dream of that fair day when he will climb Until the whole broad earth lies at his feet, Until upon the topmost pinnacle He'll drink the cup of triumph [Kissing sweet. Yet while he dreams, he strives to win his dream. At length, one day, with weary feet he stands Upon the highest peak of all. But there The cup lies shattered in his eager hands. For lo. to right and left, as for away As mind can comprehend or eye can view. Far higher mountains rise in lofty tiers. Their hoary summits lost in heaven's blue. We’ve reached the promised goal and realized The hopes, ambitions, of the four years past; With plodding feet we’ve stumbled on the way. But stand upon the pinnacle at last. Here, with a broader view we could not have Save for the mounting of the smaller hill. We see about us heights that we will climb And noble aims and purposes fulfil. For this, our wider outlook. West High School. For added power to will and strength to do. For memories which live on through the years. For all that serves to make us good and true. For this and much besides, our hearts arc filled With gratitude, and love that will be true. We leave thy portals with a backward glance. The class of nineteen-six. West High—Adieu. Charlotte M. Dann.

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 Rtintiuhtr no be folliti of our youth. SENIOR CLASS. 1906 9