Academy of the Holy Angels - Angelus Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Artistic Beauty The subtle beauty of God's handiwork In wood from trees that He alone could make. Is blended here with arts of man that lurk In carvings rare, that admiration wake. The rays of light that filter through the crests Of primal rainbow colors, rich and deep. Caress the paneled walls that dark infests. And in rich colors gay their fibers steep. What light, what shade, what colors here combine To crystallize the beauty of this scene! And how it lifts our souls to things divine. And welcomes us with dignity serene. Our school dear is a masterpiece so rare. To see it is to breathe a thankful prayer. —Mary Storch. 12B. I 20 |

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Our Retreat Silence! Meditation! Prayer! What peace to leave the turmoil and the busy hum of school, to go aside and rest awhile, in answer to the Master s call. Reverend Father Lawrence Ryan, pastor of the Cathedral. St. Paul, was our retreat master, and conducted the exercises in a manner that found ready response. The great silence around these spacious halls, and the grave looks on school girl faces, proved that the students took the retreat seriously, and were gaining much spiritual profit therefrom. Every problem of girl life, present and to come, was touched upon by Father in a most interesting way. Being Holy Week, the Passion and its application to life was constantly stressed. Confidence in God. in our neighbor, and in ourselves was made significant. The habit of daily prayer, religious reading, frequent communion, and attendance at mass were emphasized as the most potent antidotes against the passions, and sinful habits. Our scholarly retreat master will long be remembered by the girls who made the first retreat at Holy Angels. —Mary Craig. I 2A. 1 19 l

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Where We Meet a Friend O cheerful little room, with atmosphere Of peace and welcome ever hov'ring round. How oft we came our trivial doubts to clear. And in her words and smile, sweet comfort found. Sincere and kindly friend she was to all The members of our class, who hold her dear; Now through our lives, this picture will recall Our Principal, whose face is missing here. And as we go on life’s relentless quest. And rocks and shoals adown our pathway meet. We’ll find in her wise counsel, perfect rest And peace of mind, with resignation sweet. We pledge to her. we girls of Thirty-three. To God and school to ever loyal be. —Mary Craig. 12A.