Academy of the Visitation - Crescent Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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And sacrificed life And one thing ending never- No matter the pain Whether loss or gain- Be Faithful Ever. The strams of mus1c came mtensely sweet I saw a lake all brxght W1th moonhght At my feet And mlrrored falr My future there Reflected 1n nts depths I forward leant upon my hand And watched the rlpples from the land As they came 1n ever wxdenmg clrcles And as I knelt Thls truth I felt If I would 1n my l1fe endure If I would keep lt pure And round xt to a perfect sphere Each hour each day each year Must w1den to the vrew Must bear the stram Of th1s refraln A sudden quiet seemed to fall At the end of my reverie. I looked and saw but the old stone wall Where before I had seen the sea O1 battle fields and mountams ta And rrpplmg streams And soft moonbeams Or lrfe stretched out before me The muslc was hushed No water rushed To lts melody rose and followed the old stone wall Whxther It led through the mght There on the ground I found An mstrument bathed ln llght llfted lt gently Holdlng lt near It seemed to me as someone dear I felt It qu1ver And a shrver Ran through me of blnss As echoed came Thls clear refrain Mary Hartnett Smlth lj Cl THE LOCKET Two chlldren were slttmg on a fallen tree trunk dabblmg thelr dusty toes 1n the refreshmg waters of a rlpplmg brook and gazing wlde eyed at the scene around them They were ln the far end of an orchard where each tw1sted old tree had been touched by the m1racle accomplnshlng hand of sprmg untxl they were masses of delicate punk and whlte and of new soft green shoots The lxttle glrl a chubby youngster whose blue checked apron dress was dnrty and br1ar torn and whose fat lxttle legs were scratched and dusty half leaned agamst the boy her tear streaked face on h1s shoulder The boy about th1rteen was slender and ln sprte of hls faded much too small overalls and patched shrrt dxstmguxshed lookmg Suddenly the creak of an approachxng wagon sounded through the st1ll arr Scrambllng hast1ly down the bank the chxldren crowded under the arch of the br1dge wh1le the cart rattled and Jangled over Long rolls of dust swlrled over the edge half stxflmg the trembling children They walted however unt11 the harsh grmdmg of the wheels and the clatter of the horses hoofs along the wmdmng road had dred away before they ventured to seat themselves once more on the bank thls t1me nearer to the safety of their retreat 6 1 ! 9 1 tl S! 1 ' , 11, I a ! . ' , y . ' 9 ' ' ' . I Y 7 ! ! 1 I . . ! - 3 ! , . 7 9 ! 7 7 'T 9 Ever-Ever true. Semper FlCl6llS.,, - ' ,'15. , - ' ! ' y 9 ' 1 .' - 1 1 . 9 1 ' ' , . . . . , 9 Y

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SEMPER FIDELIS I wandered near an old stone wall At the close of a summers day The evening shadows were growing ta And on the grass grotesquely lay A summer qulet pervaded all Save through the trees An occaslonal breeze Whlspered of lands far away I lmgered near the old stone wall At the foot of a frxendly oak Seemg 1n the suns departmg ray The PFOITIISC of a falrer day And hstenmg to the lovlng call Of mate to mate When slowly softly sweetly stole The notes of a vxolm F1rmly sure Clearly pure Reveal1ng a soul wxthm And though at tlmes twas almost w1ld At others sadly sweet Though It mocked the ocean as a Or raced the w1nds so fleet One measure beat One slngle stram In thls refraln could not mxss F1rmly sure Clearly pure Semper F1dCllS It took for xts theme A mountaln stream And measured each drop that ramed Its wmdmg course Its puny force At last the ocean gamed I llstened spell bound To the sound Of the lapplng of the waves agaxnst the shore As they beat 1n endless regular1ty But beneath the mcessant roar A moanmg of the sea Took possess1on of me As ever the same Came th1s refram Fldelzty Fxdehty I heard the swmgmg rhythm of an army s mnghty band I saw the men file past m even rows And on the Captaxn s face the look that knows The danger and the glory of lt all Heroes awaxted the bugle call Awalted command Restlessly turn1ng Anxlously yearnmg The Slgnallflg' hand At last came the cavalry charge The onward dash The sabers flash Rlderless horses at large Above the roar of the cannon Above the enemy s fire Back from the h1l1s came the echo Htgher and hlgher and lugher Sharply clear Resoundmg near Cleavxng the abyss A reverberatlng-st-seam Repeatmg th1s refram Semper F1dCl1S The muslc changed the drum no longer beat No longer I heard the marcmng feet A qulet mght An awful sxght The field of battle after Hg V On the upturned faces The moon shone clear Reveahng no traces No lmes of fear I thought not then of the vxctory lost Or gamed that day I saw only the men who ln an ulsh had toss d And stlll on the field now lay Out 1n the shadows the soft nlght a1r Wh1spereda requxem everywhele Solemn and sad and slow Telhng of strlfe , . . . 1 1 , . H . . . . ,, , . ll, 1 , . . 1 - 1 ' U - 1 1 , 3 1 1 1 1 1 7 , . Y Y 7 . . , , . 1 1 . . . , - 1 7 ' 9 . 1 1 1 l 7 ' 1 , . Q Y , . . , .1 1 ,1 child, . . . ' Y if ' ' Y, Y 1 1 I I , , ' I ' 1 ss ' ' YY . 9 7 I 1 . . U , . 1 - I Z ' U ' . ' 'Hn b Q 1 - 1 . . , ' 1 ' ' as - 11 . . V l o 1 1 I 7 1 -5-

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Molly Troy am t you neah about rested hon? Cause I spect we better be gettmg along All rxght cheerfully agreed the chubby one and the httle hand shpped confidmgly mto the thm brown one They trudged down the long road care fully dodgmg mto bushes before any eyes that rmght by chance spy them out from a passmg veh1cle O hon don t move a speck' Thats one of the trustees comm The boy s heart was thumpmg excltedly as crouched behmd a fr1endly bush he watched the approachmg buck board As lt drew nearer he saw that the dr1ver really was one of the trustees of the Peabody Home That the man could be on th1s particular road for any other reason than to search for the l1ttle runaways dld not enter the boy s head So as soon as the tasseled tlp of the whlp had dxsappeared over the brow of the h1ll he clutched h1s httle slster s hand and they raced madly over a plowed field deep 1nto the woods untll the l1ttle gnrl exhausted dropped on the soft green moss under the spreadmg branches of a mxghty oak The boy aware that a storm was commg up made a desperate effort to carry her further but she was too heavy for hxm He sought out the thnckest branched tree and there they awalted the storm The first low murmur of the w1nd ln the trees grew louder and louder the great trees began to bend and creak before the onslaught of the storm tossmg and twlstmg thexr branches furlously The cxty bred chlld clung terrxfied to her brother who remembermg the storms he had seen m the country when he was her age trxed to soothe her He held her close to h1m trymg to shleld her from the ra1n whlch was begmnmg to fall Flrst came a few pattermg drops then suddenly lt swept ln sheets through the thlck branches drenchlng the shwermg chlldren Then suddenly as It had come the storm swept on and the sun blazed out agam The golden llght Hltermg through the branches fell m great splashes on the drenched earth and sparkl1ng on the wet leaves turned the woods mto a verltable farryland The blrds came out and filled the a1r w1th thelr happy volces but the beauty of the sxght and the sweet calls of the blrds brought no comfort to the mlserable chlldren shakmg wxth the cold They started out agam runnmg a httle to try and warm themselves th httle glrl sobbing stumblmg and afrald the boy dolng h1s best to cheer her Soon they came to the edge of the woods and afrald to venture mto the open fields sat down to rest Across the w1de meadow there were a few scattered buxldmgs a large barn a row of cabms and farther off through a cluster of trees ghmpses of a b1g whxte house The volces of the negroes callmg the cattle to the barn the songs of a party of home commg hands mmgled melodlously wlth tl'e dxstant barkmg of some dogs and the merry shouts of chlldren As the boy hstened to the Ho boss ho boss ho bossy bossy' of the negroes callmg the cattle a darmg plan was revolvmg 1n hxs mmd As soon as It was dark he and h1s httle sxster would go and sleep m the warm dry hay m the barn and later he would try to get some food for Moll1e Troy whose sad httle Bruvver I se hungry had touched h1s heart painfully From the kntchen the savory odors of a good supper ln preparatlon were wafted up to the loft where the chlldren were lymg 1n the hay An ldea came to the boy and leavmg h1s sleepmg srster he climbed out of the loft and stole furtxvely across the yard towards the house On the wxde veranda sat an old man gazmg dreamlly across the soft lawn Beslde the tall fluted plllars of the portlco he looked very small and 7 u ' 1 9 1 1 - - 11 ss ' 11 ' ' Q l Q , ' gg 1 3 ' 1 11 , . . , . . . . 1 1 . . , . 1 1 - 1 1 , . 1 1 1 1 ' 1 1 , . 1 1 1 1 1 . . . , 5 ' n l 9 V 7 9 7 l 1 1 , . 1 1 1 1 ' 7 ' A ' n 11 - Y Y l ! ' , . 1 D 1 as 1 19 - - 1 1 - 1 i 3 ' 1