Harpeth Hall School - Milestones Iris Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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TH E C LASS ES '

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To the Classes The passing years bring in their wake A line, both long and wide, Ot girls from o ' er this nation dear To their Alma Mater ' s side. The East, the West, the North and South Contribute full share to her roll. See here what schoolgirl vanities, displayed in the mirror ' s face! A pleasing reflection, ' tis true, with ruffles and dainty lace; But the procession keeps on with relentless tread Till the year rolls by. And the time is nigh When she enters the Junior dominion with dread. O. little maid, your curly hair Will soon be braided up! And gone will be your doll and slate For things you deem grow-n up. The Junior, bent and dried and sear — A sight one ' s heart to rend — Is burdened with study, a P her fear. To be a Senior her end. A thousand duties, a score of studies. The hours beguile away. The Freshman year, so soon begun. Fades swiftly into that day When across the space of a three-months ' wait She sees the Sophomore land. We see her. upon nearer view, A spirit, yet a woman, too; .A. countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good To sip from Cupid ' s immortal food.

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To the Junior Class O, Junior Class, we ' re leaving now, 0, very bright your future leads New trails henceforth to follow; To the door of the great Ward-Belmont; But the Seniors ' wish remember thou: But in your glory, the Senior pleads: Forget not our Alma Mater. Forget not our Alma JIater. In joy, in pleasure, and everything (May sorrow be ever distant) In all the change that life may bring, O, forget not our Alma Mater!