1920 Cedrus Yearbook

1920 AND THEN We've toiled four years in building a boat As an aid, in sailing life's seas. The first of June we'll set them afloat And unfurl their sails to the breeze. Three years have gone so awfully fast We're unable to realize, That soon we'll be a thing of the past With a stone that is marked "Here Lies." Not all our time was given to books, Worrying o'er facts that were stale, Ponds soon dry up, but the running brooks, Reach the great wide sea without fail. Oh! we would not look beyond the veil That is hiding all future time. Our lives would then in their purpose fail, For uncertainty is sublime. This life is only a breathing space With a rough and troublesome sea, To prepard,us for another place, Which is known as eternity. The weak are lost in the foaming mas:, But the worthy will reach their goal. Life is a light through which we must pass To reveal what is in our soul. Or will we float upon the ocean, Quite insensible to its roar, Harb'ring an oft mistaken notion That we'll drift to the golden shore? For soon the sun will desert the tide And a mist will cover the land. Will we be sailing the ocean wide, Or be wrecked on treacherous sand? But lets cast off all the signs of doubt, And enjoy the plays and the stunts. Forget we're Seniors to be thrown out, For we pass this way but once. • 19 D. S.