Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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ALMA MATER The helpless eaglet, in its lofty nest, Devours the fleshy food its mother brings, And waxes stronger with each passing test Until the first faint flutter of its wings ; Then practice, and the pinions softly soar, And soon they cleave the blue in fearless flight : So Alma Mater feeds with potent lore Her timid tyros on the hallowed height. Their growing - strength her nurturing care bespeaks; With spreading ' wings her valiant sons soon rise Above Homeric cliffs and Vergil ' s peaks Through realms ethereal to Reason ' s skies ; And with the guiding light of Truth to shine Victoriously gain the golden goal divine. Joseph D. McCarthy, ' 23.

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As the dewy shades of even Gather o ' er the balmy air. Page twelve

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TO THE FACULTY You came to us as Hope From out the dawn ; All freshly-faced in cassocks, With each morn. And there were smiles and prayers Upon your lips, As soft you slipped among us ; Silk-sailed ships. The silent sweetness, know we, Of your ways ; Your love of God and Man And cross-burned days. Then keep our memory fresh Within your soul; As we turn worldward, lonely, Toward our goal. Francis L. Ford, ' 23. aCrnss