Surely these walls where we have been
Will miss us when we go
Though others learn to love each scene
That we have cherished so.
Our class that graduates today
Leaves memories behind
Of young souls, glad in class and play
And clean in heart and mind.
They've seen us passing through the halls
They've watched us hour by hour
They know in these familiar walls
Fine deeds have come to flower.
Youth is a time for high ideals
And now that we are through
This school of ours each teacher feels
The years belong to us, too.
We'll take with us as we go
The splendid thoughts we had
When high school life was glorious
To every lass and lad.
If college is our aim, and we
Hope that it is, take there
The grit to study endlessly
The courage to be fair.
But if another aim also be ours
We pray our goals be high
And ours the fibers which endures
To reach it by and by.
God bless and keep us every one
Fit nobly in His plan
There are fresh glories to be won
Now we'll win them for we can.
"Class Poem"
Author unknown
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