Girls Latin School - Liber Annalis Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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lass Song Girls' Latin School, to you we sing Our praises, loud and strong. No matter what our lives may bring, Our hearts will hold your song. Through hardships we can persevere Our aims to seek anew. For you have taught us to revere 'The beautiful and true. Girls' Latin School, to you we sing Our praises, loud and strong. No matter what our lives may bring, Our hearts will hold your song. DAVIDA Horz I 38 l

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Glass fpoem YOU-l-l'l'S SYMPHONY The harsh cacophony of War is o'er! Its brassy din for six dark years assailed Our ears, but marching feet and booming guns No longer chant their litany of death. The soft, almost forgotten strains of Peace Now fill the air with long-awaited notes Of Joy and Hope to cheer the saddened hearts And lift the spirits of a war-torn world. All night we stood afraid and shaken by The thunder of the cannonade, when lo! Upon the crest of every eastern hill Appeared the first faint glow that promise gave Of brightness for the morn. It freed our souls. The beauty of the dawn at last had brought The day for whose accomplishment men spent Long precious years in blood and agony. Ring out, ye trumpets! Roll, ye drums! Join now In harmony to play the strains that surge From out the hearts of men who've learned again To smile, and children who have lost their fear. The youth of Poland, France and Russia, Greece And England, boys from Utah and Chunking - These our defenders were. These made the song! Sing now their song, oh happy lands, whose fields Once blest by their first steps now wear their peace With tribute meet remember these thy sons. Mourn not the brave who died in seeking peace, For they have reached their goal and by their quest Have gained for you, so long as you shall need, What is their own for an eternity. Now we, the Youth, must build in this new day, So that our sons may never undergo The pain and heartaches of a world at warg Must carry out the dreams of youths who saw Beyond the fiaming holocausts of war To a tomorrow free from fear and pain. As tributes to the heroes brave who fought And sacrificed life for democracy Men go about to build great monuments. But, if these dead could speak, they would not ask For lofty shafts of chiseled stone that break In silent ruins with the passing years. Their monuments should be enduring Peace, Which must be built of precious elements - Of Love and Kindness toward our fellowmen, Of Faith in them that grows more firm with time. A world like this, a world of Peace and Hope, Is Youth's great challenge and its duty, too. Sing out, then, in your million tongues, Oh, Youth, And let your song resound around the world! Margaret Murphy l40l