Philadelphia High School for Girls - Milestone Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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P I 2 if 5 K i i I l Q I r n I2 F ,z ,I E H an 2? J .,....,i.14...... ni V 1 5 I I. 17. Within her mind, all must in order be, The paths of thought mcst cleanly cut and neat And no stray, choking Weeds shall intercept To keep the flowers from growing pure and sweet. 18. These flowers are the soul's sincere expressions, The gardener, the Will, unceasing tends them, To make the mind a place of dear delight, Whence they diffuse the fragrance heaven sends . 19. Then let us not forget that We are gardeners To Watch and tend the gardens of our minds, And keep them Well, so that the Master coming, May nought but purity, sweet-blooming, iind. - 20. And if each one of us this task fulfil, To make her own mind perfect as may be, Then all of us form one fair garden, And all are beautiful alike to see. n 21. - , So may We bring, as thus We bud and bloom, A blessed rest to Wearied mortal eyes, Until, transplanted by the Master Gardener, We bloom forevermore in Paradise. 22 them

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9,0 - If , Q 'I I I Twill The Prophecy He who works in rhythm carries a song in his heart to lighten the burdens of life W1 'l A 11 e nna Ross and I were taking our much longed-for trip abroad, we were rambling l a ong a country road in England, and happened to come upon an old unoccupied house. It was an object of curiosity and we stopped to gaze. The early -part of the afternoon had been dark and h ' ' ' s owery, but it was clearing off now, and though sullen clouds still hung overhead, yet there was a tract of golden sky in the west, from which the setting sun gleamed through the dripping leaves, and lit all Nature into a smile. Stepping inside the house, I seated myself on a window-sill, and was musing, as oneiis apt to do at twilight, on past scenes and early friends, and indulging as Irving writes in th t k' d J, , , a in of melancholy fancyin g which has in it something sweeter even than pleasure. All l a one I sat, for Anna, now a world-famous scientist and artist, had left me to seek more treasure for her art-art which a reat cr't' h 1 ic as said resembles oetr for in each ! are numerous graces which no m th d ' ' e o s teach, and which alone a master hand can reach. I was suddenly startled by a harmonious droning rhythm vibratingthrough the air, and finally these words became audible- ' . She has come! Our watch is through, , Hear, Oh Prophet! Hear whats' true! Lo! By my side stood an enchanted Eolian harp, upon the strin f h' b . . . V gs o W ich the gentle reezes rose and fell, bringing forth melodies. And, as I looked I seemed to see a circle of girls standing where the sun beamed do 5 wn upon them, their faces rapt and happy as, singing, the beautiful strains accompanied them. Led by Edith McMullen, the sweet voices of Alice Pollock, Isabel Reilly Reba Russel and Ann M , a ae Schilpp delighted me so much, that I knew these girls were making the worldhappier' day by day with music. . ' O4 -1 Y V -M VL VJ A -Z Y AY- :ig 'I HT AV I H -H in g -ind' V Y H .ami-V