Calvert Hall College High School - Cardinal and Gold Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Twenty-swen To Thee, and to Thy Mother, Blessed, XVe dedicate this region grand, Her name forever will it bear, Twill hence be known as lMarylandl! He bowed before the red menls chief, Who stood aloof in silence steep; As knight of old to lady fair, The Chieftain bowed profound and deep. Discarding, then, his bow and spear, He flung aside his tomahawh; His braves did imitate their chief, And all surged lround the little flock Of hardy men, who braved the seas To seek themselves a peaceful home, Where unmolested, God, they'd serve And settle down no more to roam. The shades the golden sun had made, Now blended with the darkness. too, But soon the dark, itself, gave way Before a fire of birch and yew; Which roared and cracked as flames rose high And lighted up the placid bay, So what is now Saint Marys old, Appeared as bright as summers day. The pipe of peace had circled lround And friendshipls bond grew strong and fast: White men and red were brothers hence, And would as long as time should last. The I ndians' eyes were filled with bliss, As presents, rich, each one received. Then turning, to their wigwams fled; From very joy to be relieved. Next morn, Loyolals sons arrivede Two saintly priests, Althman and Whitea The holy Mass was offered up And filled each heart with pure delight: It wasAnnunciation Day, The twenty-afth of March were told, When Mary to the angel said, The handmaid of the Lord, behold! Three hundred years have come and gone. Since Maryland was settled so: Time but increases Calvertls fame; Youlll see his name where eler you go, On bank and store, hotel and street-e It pledges fairness over all. None bear it with a prouder grace Than Alma MaterL-Caluert Hall.

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61am giunJreJ years qu0 A Fantasy No sound save the lap of the water As softly it breaks on the shore Is heard from the mountain and forest, For the song birds sing no more; TTis evening now and the setting sun Bathes the hills in a golden light: A band of warriors, brisk and bold, Like giants seem in their swarthy might. T hey came in haste from the wigwams near To the shores of Chesapeake Bay, To watch, in silence. in wonder and awe, Two stranger craft from far away. While the men on board were glad to see The place of future homes out there; They feared the warriofs threatening mien; No welcome lurked in his stoic stare. With heart of hope and trust in God, TNeath Maryts protection and way; A priest on each side and cross in hand, Lord Calvert knelt on deck to pray. In a voice so clear, and sweet and strong, He spoke to his Maker with zest: uO, Lord, we thank Thee bringing us safe To this harbor of peace and rest! 'iGiue grace to the souls of these savage men, That the message we bring theyhll hear And come to believe in the Christian faith, In that Church which we love so dear. Oh, bless these forests and mountains vast! The rivers and dales likewise; Oh. bless the fruit that the earth brings forth! May it nourish our girls and boys. TTLet peace and joy in this land prevail, Keep strife and discord far away: Then well live secure and free from fear. Ready to serve Thee night and day. With resolute heart and purpose grand. And a look to the flag that floats From the mizzen mast in gentle breeze, Lord Calvert cried, TACome, lower the boats! Now. oher the sides of the ships they poutede- The Ark and Doue at anchor laye Their hearts with wild excitement thrilled, They laughed and cheered and some did pray. The sandy shore, they had scarcely touched, When Calvert fell on bended knee. He drew his sword and waved it high;- XVe claim. dear Lord, this land for Thee. Twenty-six

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O A- A. e, Ga y, Maryland ,5 6erceizfenniai 1634el934 A breeze from out the ocean filled The sails of Ark and Dove And sped them o'er the waters to The state we fondly love: Yes, these gallant ships came sailing, As though guided by the Hand Of God, Himself, directly here To dear old Maryland. When the sun was sinking slowly, Sure, the shadows crept apace, And the burning day was yielding T o the cooling nighfs embrace. Saint Marys rose in vision Tfore This faithful little band; They saw their homes and happiness In dear old Maryland. If peace and rest you're seeking now, Your journeys end has come; Here is heard no clash of armor, Or roll of martial drum. Turmoil, strife, and hate have vanished, As though by magic wand; Contentment, joy, and pleasure reign In dear old Maryland. For thirty decades has she been The home of those distressed, Because of faith or fatherland They were by law oppressed. For God and country, first of all, Lord Calvert took his stand, And blessings, rich and lavish, came To dear old Maryland. Should fate or fortune ever bring The writer far from home; He seldom would contented be, No matter where hehd roam: His heart would have a longing for That place so sweet and grand, Her pray to God to bring him back To dear old Maryland. All hail, beloved native hearth! Three hundred years have fled, Since liberty of conscience slept Within your cradle bed. And Calvert Hall is proud to wear Lord Cecilis name so bland. We pledge eternal faith and love To dear old Maryland. Twenty-eight