Abbot Academy - Circle Yearbook (Andover, MA)

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Class poem With flying feet the years have sped away, And carried us along the road of life. All sunshine seems the way we ' ve come to-day, The echoes of our laughter float along, While happy voices clear and free from strife Call gaily back to us their sweetest song. For now time at the cross-roads seems to wait And bids us linger o ' er that road so fair. What brighter pathway could we ask of fate ! So sheltered and so dear its winding lies, So shadowed o ' er with love and gentle care, Our hearts turn back, our careless laughter dies. Then voices that we love call tenderly, That sheltered path again you cannot tread, To-day life ' s broader, rougher way you see. On all things lovely, pure keep heart and will, With courage forward go — and not with dread, For God ' s great love shall be your shelter still. 28

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Mary C. Wuichct VW E wonder if the sun always shines in Dayton, Ohio. That is the impression we have of the city for otherwise how could Mary Catherine Wuichet always have such a sunny, laughing expression on her face ? The blackest thunder-cloud vanishes when Mary appears. During the two years she has been here she has been very prominent in athletics, being catcher on the 1900 Baseball team, and winning the championship in the bicycle races last spring. Mary often favors her particular friends with charming vocal selections, but the general public has no knowledge of her abilities in this direction. If Dayton should know all the Stirling qualities of Mary ' s nature she would have reason to be proud of her, as 1900 is. 27

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A shining mist hangs o ' er the road before, We cannot pierce its glorious mystery. We know together lie our ways no more And on our hearts a chill of sadness falls. Then hope weaves visions fair of what may be And life seems bitter-sweet — the unknown calls. For one to halls of fame the path may lead, For one the road to gloomier ways may turn, But all will cherish memories sweet indeed. Ah yes, whatever fate we each may see, Come dark — come light, thro ' life our hearts shall burn With love — Oh Alma Mater dear — for thee. Thy memories pure the fleeting years shall bring, And though our senses dull should be, thy call Not to live only, but live well shall ring. Oh may the One who holds us in His hand Grant that this noble standard never fall, And Well done may the final record stand ! Caroline Van Note Gowdy. 29