Cathedral Academy - Way Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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yricri of jorfy -.Six .24 Senior .gays Goan!-bye Oh! how sad to say good-bye As we recall with longing sigh The friends we all hold dear And school days filled with boundless cheer! Oh! how sad to say good-bye To the joys that will never die, To all the Sisters and Clergy too, Who watched o'er us with love so true. But then, again-on the other hand, Time stands not still, we must understand That things which we enjoy today, Sooner or later must pass away. And so a Senior says good-bye, With, maybe, a tear drop in his eye. And as he hears Cathedral's bell, He bids you all--good-bye-Farewell! Mary Nuciforo. grafifuJe How shall I thank Thee, God, my King, For the gift of another day? Praises in song to You I'll sing. For guiding me through life's way. Lord, You have shown me the truth-the light I have heard the music of Thy birds who sing. You have revealtd the beauty of Thy wond'rous night How shall I thank Thee, God, my King? Concetta Rosano. pfafl? My dearest Friend, I know not how to say The blessed peace I feel at close of day, When o'er the earth with loving care you spread, Love's color - - - your mantle - - - brilliant red, Dyed in the Precious Blood shed by the Way. The gentle breezes lull my cares away As though Your Hand in sweet protection lay Upon my head, and my poor soul is fed With peace, - and peace within my heart is spread As I repeat - my Friend - show me the Way. When through departing clouds the last bright ray, A symbol raised aloft to God to pray, Has to the very Gates of Heaven sped, My prayers to beg for entrance there are led, Then peace sustains the pursuit of the Way. joseph McCade. Evening It's a joy to watch and listen When the twilight rolls around And the first star starts to glisten. Like a jewel in a crown. Something grand about the evening Comes with the close of day. It always causes heaven to seem Not so very far away. Margaret M . Briggs.

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