Basil Brown,  “Class Poem”

Inside a sheltered and shady place Protected and enshrouded by surrounding trees, Bubbles forth a stream, full of joyous grace, Gently blown about by the light summer breeze. It pauses, as if, before its wild chase Some ungovernable power had laid hold thereon; Nothing but gladness reflecting from its bright face, It finally goes out where many others have gone. The little stream goes on, not content, Eager to behold the great wide world; Through the green countryside its course is rent, A great panorama is before its eyes unfurled. On! Ever onward! The goal is nigh! Stopping for no barriers no matter how great, Its waters along the confining banks run high, Eager its desire of conquest to sate. So, as we Life's great river broad, Going ever onward where others have trod, May we live by His greatness, o'er awed, And seek to please the will of our God.