Cedar Grove Academy - Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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l . The Shrine in May OW Lfmfgff Sbzfme Kind, gentle Spring, a gracious queen, Decks Mary's bower with emerald green, Fair Summer lays at Our Lady's feet Rare homage in her blossoms sweet, And Autumn, not outdone by these, With red and gold tints all the trees, But Winter drapes with ermine fine The rustic beauty of Her shrine, For he, the sage, knows white to be The symbol of Her purity. Mildred Winters, '19 49

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When Winter Comer WgQR,yr Jg5gY VISION which will long remain in the minds of the students of C. G. A. greeted them when they returned to school one December morning. In a few short hours a mass of barren trees and fields had been changed fl- into a fairyland of ice and snow. Our Lady's shrine had become a picturesque grotto, and the tall cedars appeared as harpers hoar with beards that rest on their bosoms. An arch- way of sparkling boughs extended over the front avenue. The tulip tree, in regal ermine clad, stood like a queenly mistress spreading her jeweled arms to earth and sky. The gates that never close looked more inviting than ever with their icy fretwork. Beyond the driveway loomed the building, glistening and serene in the winter sunlight. Such was the picture which the hands of the Master Artist had painted. I-low many pupils who were thrilled with the exquisite grandeur of the scene paused to consider, as they lightly brushed the snow from their coats, the wonderful formation of each little flake? Away up in the northern part of Vermont lives a man who for years has made a scientific study of snowflakes. He has viewed them under the microscope and found in them rare hidden beauties. Every crystal is a masterpiece of design and no design is ever repeated. This is one of nature's miracles. When the snow melts, its design is lost forever without leaving any record behind. Usually the flakes are hexagonal in form, the six sides being exactly alike even to microscopic details. Most people think the very large flakes are the most beautiful, but that is because the crystals are large enough to be seen with the naked eye. When examined under the microscope these large flakes are usually imperfect. Some of the finest are only one-twentieth of an inch in diameter, yet the microscope shows them to be marvelous in design. When we contemplate the delicate beauty of a snowflake, with true humility we acknowledge that God is unapproachable in the magnificence of His work. The Winter Girls, '17, '2.9. SI