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

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Memory’s Urn When the sun has sunk in splendor, And the evening shadows fall, Tints of Autumn soft and tender Cast a radiance over all. Then the traveler, wrapt in sadness. To the sloping hillside climbs. When the Autumn winds are whispering: Breathing low among the limes. When, at last, he gains the summit. Gazing back across the plain Where some tiny hamlet slumbers, There beholds his home again. 'Twas at morn that he had left it And the parting words were said. But a day had passed between them : Yet, to him, long years had sped. Long and sadly stands he gazing On the toilsome path below. Here, the jagged cliffs lie naked; There, swift mountain torrents flow. Yet anon, beneath the hill top. Pleasant valleys catch the eye. For not all is rough and toilsome. It is not all parched and dry. Soon the purple twilight deepens, Darkness creeps across the lea. As the quiet undulations Rippling o’er a summer sea. And the traveler, turning, muses On the faintly pictured scene. And his troubled aspect changes To a calm and tranquil mien. So from thee, O Alma Mater. We must turn our loving hearts; While a keener note of sadness To our spirits it imparts. In thy corridors will gather Shades of evening deep and still. Rut the fondest recollections “Memory’s golden urn” will fill. 14

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Senior Calss Officers

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KiyMA,U Class of June 1912