Aquinas Institute - Arete Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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twenty D-fa., THE REASON WHY HE twentieth anniversary of Father Grady's assignment to Aquinas Institute may have been the immediate occasion for the dedication of this volume of the Arete to his honor, but it is by far the minor oneg the major and primary cause is the respect, the reverence, and the love with which he has inspired the hearts of all of us. The reason for thelove and the respect that we feel for Father Grady is neither hard to find, nor difficult to explain. His whole life is, as it were, illumined from within by a Divine light, the light of Christian charity, for through all of his acts there glow a kindliness, a simplicity, and a generosity, inexplicable on any other hypothesis. What other interpretation could possibly be given to Father Grady's intense and thorough devotion to his workg his warm and personal interest in the spiritual and temporal welfare of the Aqui- nas students and alumnig his continual and patient strivings for better educa- tional methods and means of inculcating Catholic principlesg for countless and --for the most part-unknown acts of kindliness and love, the full meaning and far reaching effects of which not even he himself can realize? This is more than a mere sense of dutyg it is the Divine gift of charity. And, of all the virtues, charity is the most beautiful. So it is as a token of our profound esteem and sincere affection that we dedicate this volume of the Arete to Father Grady, with the prayer that God may grant him many, many more years at Aquinas as happy and successful as have been the last two decades. 4, l9l TQ5

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SILVER MUSINGS Five and twenty years have sped Since I made my debut. Memories of high school days I've treasured up for you. r I grew up with Aquinas And saw her ups and downsg I've marked her climb from pasteboard walls To the finest school in town. From a booklet bound in paper To a leader in my class I've recorded prank and caper Of the quarter century passed. Now on my silver jubilee As I glance through the years I find great cause for gladness With little cause for tears. ' RAYMOND QUINN ninezeen

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LADY OF THE MAY I stand and watch that whitest cloud on high As there it soars, alone and free, Far, far above this earth and me Across the soft blue mantle of the sky- I gaze upon its beauty with a sigh That like it I may some day be Of such a perfect purity: In it my soul's ideal I can descry. I look in awe upon a maiden pure- As white, untainted as the snowy cloud, As splendid as the softest light of dayg Surrounded by her robe of' bright azure As by a gently sheltering sacred shroud- I see Our Mother, Lady of the May. JACK WALSH twenty-one