Charles N. Elliot
CLASS POEM-JUNE '12LINCOLN HIGH SCHOOL,PORTLAND,ORE.How good to gain this sunny,long-sought knoll,All shining with the light of dreams come true.four years toiled we to reach the beck'ning goal,Rejoicing that to dare" can mean "to do".'Tis sweet to tarry here among the flowersWithout a care - our youthful labor done;To dream away the idly-floating hoursAnd feel the pride that comes with purpose won.But shall we like dumb brutes without an aimRest ever 'neath this little laurel's shade,And watch life's sun in high midheaven flame,Then sink to silence ere our mark is made?Nay,see'st thou not yon distant mountain crest,Rose-glowing in the light of dawning day?'Tis called Success - go, give the world your best,Climb onward,upward;shining gleams the way!And as when Spring has climbed the highest peak,And looking back,surveys her joyful course,Finds all the world is laughing in her wake,Each step flower-jeweled, and each smile the sourceOf streams of joy that swell and flood the world;Each blossomed breath - Life's heartaches blown away,Each fairy touch - man's pleasure-store joy-pearled;An earth transformed - an Eden from cold clay;So let us strive to make our way bloom brightWith radiant joy,with hope and truth and love;To make each deed a shining glory-lightThat points men's souls from earth to thoughts above:Till, looking from from the summit of the years,A thousand barren hearts have burst to bloomFrom seeds we sowed and watered with our tears -The world more joyous for our having come.Far nobler than some selfish object won,Our deeds nor time nor death can e'er destroy,Thru' us God's perfect plan more nearly done,When all the world is joy,forever joy!Romaine Elliot.
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