Ypsilanti High School - Ypsi Dixit Yearbook (Ypsilanti, MI)

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Swninr Liliana Warm Ellie Marple aah the Gnlh Edna Lord The night had fallen darkly, And the fitful breezes played In and out among the shallows That the tireless waves had made, And the wavelets, dancing lightly, Murmured gently, each to each, And sang their little night song, As they lapped along the beach. Then a whistle cut the stillness, Clear, triumphant, on the breeze, Telling that the good ship, Dauntless Had returned from foreign seas. Over countless foes triumphant, Had returned from foreign seas,- And the waves forgot their night song As they beat upon the shore. On the deck the sailors lingered ln a joyous, happy band, For they knew that on the morrow, From the highest in the land, They would justly be rewarded For the years of toil and strife. By their brave, unfailing courage, They had won their place in life. For the king had sent his herald, To proclaim, afar and near, That upon a certain morning In the springtime of the year, 35

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The most skillful of all seamen Would be chosen to command The chief Heet of the nation On its trip from land to land. And tonight with banners streaming, VVhite sails lifted to the breeze, Still another ship comes sailing Over stormy, treacherous seas. Every task is well completed, Countless treasures fill the hold, Safe into the sheltering harbor Comes the Purple and the Gold! VVe have traversed every ocean, We know Europe, at a glance, We have reefed our sails in England, And we've parley-voused in France. NOn the fickle sea of Knowledge We have sailed for four long years, Filled our days with joys and sorrows Mingled moanings with our cheers. But in all our trials we've conquered, Every storm securely past, Safely anchored in the shallows NVe have reached our goal at last. Then a cheer for our brave captain, Who has led through storms untold! May he guide again some cruise As the Purple and the Gold. So tonight we lift our voices, Speech and story, verse and song. All our hearts are filled with gladness As the moments roll along, And when day dispells the darkness And the world with joy is rife XVC all will be promoted- Sailors-in the good ship, Life. 26