Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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Chorus — So we love thee, dear old Abbot, So the Abbot blue we bless, In thy halls a band of school-girls Abbot ' s fellowship confess. Yet we know that when we leave thee, When we ' ve done with days of school, Still thine influence shall guide us, All our lives thy spirit rule. Vet, ' neath the fun and the rare good times, ' Neath all our girlish dreaming, Lies — and we think of it of t-times — A hint of a deeper meaning. Dimly a myst ' ry we understand, Half blindly drawing near it, That ' neath our love for it all must stand The worth of the Abbot spirit. Chorus — So we love thee, dear old Abbot, So the thought of thee we bless, All our lives shall we together Abbot ' s fellowship confess. When we ' ve said good-bye to Abbot, When we ' ve done with days of school, Still thine influence shall guide us, All our lives thy spirit rule. Mary Katherine Woods ' 05. 27

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c oo£ ong Tune — Lucia cli Lammermoor Abbot girls, all of a yesteryear, Tell of their Alma Mater, Speak of the things the)- have held most clear, Each loyal Abbot daughter : Of th ' Abbot spirit they love to tell, Of the lessons it has taught them, Praising the school they love so well, For the good that it has brought them. Chorus — So they love thee, dear old Abbot, So thy memory they bless, Thro ' the world a band of women Abbot ' s fellowship confess. When they ' ve said good-bye to Abbot, When they ' ve done with days of school, Still thine influence shall guide them, All their lives thy spirit rule. But we who are Abbot girls today, With all our lives before us, All deeper meanings put far away From the banner floating o ' er us. The message to us of the Abbot blue, Our school girl eyes discerning, Is of rare good times and friendships true, Things that are worth the learning. 26

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©ur $tc ut6t to Qttnefeen §bi)c (And since we can ' t very well apologize to Mr. Kipling, we here- with tender our humblest pleas for pardon to Miss Converse.) Take up the Seniors ' burden — The toil ye dare not shirk — Fill all your hours with labor, Learn what it is to work ! Learn this as we have learned it, O check your longings wild ! O new-made, fluttered Seniors, Half woman ? No, all child ! Take up the Seniors ' burden — In patience to abide, To veil desires for power, And check the show of pride. Give to the College Seniors The honors ye prize most, Nor speak too much of Ethics, Lest people think ye boast ! Take up the Seniors ' burden — No tawdry life of ease, But toil of weary student, And dread of direful E ' s. Worse than the themes that try you, Worse than Church History, Before you stands the spectre Of James ' Psychology ! 28