Senior Class Poem
With young, alert, and eager minds,
Our grade school days not far behind,
We entered here, these great halls,
Where our wish for knowledge called.
We wished to know all the world,
In War, in peace with banners furled,
Its hopes, its dreams, and what could be,
If knowledge were it all men free.
But in these days as we went to school,
A bloody, vicious war waged to rule,
All men everywhere were being fought,
Why? What we they did not?
Now, beside the fountain we have been,
Where knowledge lies with book and pen.
Where the broad stream of knowledge flows,
All that man, in his greatness, knows.
Still small in stature we may be,
But we are not blinded we can see,
That in all the world there's no greater need,
Than for those who know where the path may lead.
We, and others who will follow us,
Are some day to inherit a trust.]
The world shall be ours, and a great obligation.
Is also ours, of this younger generation.
Our contribution may be small
But, let us, at least answer the call,
And in our way help the world to fix,
This class, and others of forty-six.