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Senior Poem

As travelers who've come to a bend in the road
Turn a lingering backward glance
O'er paths they have wended, o'er hills they've ascended
O'er meadows where sparkling brooks dance.

So pause we ahwile for a retrospect sweet,
A last view of familiar days;
And the shadows, they brighten, the gloomy spots lighten
O'er all hangs a luminous haze.

In the future, when burdensome, dark days arise
And our soulds are half stifled by care
Like a soft, cooling breeze, like a glimpse of green trees
Will return these bright pictures so fair.

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