Immaculate Heart Academy - Echo Yearbook (Watertown, NY)

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TO A FLOWER C4 MARION LACOMBE, '38 Whal morlal could Ihinlc you? Surely noi men, Oh beaulilul gem! Designed so surely, Delicalrely, Irailly. From whal magical Wondrous malerial So lovely and dear? Who conceived you, who framed you From apparenlly nil? By Gods hand was I weld, Beyond man's poor Jrhoughl. God formed meg I-Ie made me From slray, worlhless mailer: You could never have wroughl mel So Jriny, so mighly, Tenderly, soflly, Modeslly, dainlily Molded and fashioned On I-Iis Iv1o+her's pallern Of pure blessed virluef' AT NIOI-IT , IQOSEMARY LANDRY, '38 As I slrolled info 'rhe garden I beheld a Jrapeslry brighl. Each row of flowers bade me welcome Upon 'rhis nighl of nighls. As I gazed info The heavens, I beheld a wondrous sighlg The slars were Ihe flowers of heaven Upon This nighl of nighls.

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Tlrere is Il p,c'Il.S'lll't' In poelzic pafrzy, 1l'l'11'z'l1 only jwelx lcrmfw. CQIVIPAIQISQINI Q MARY ALYCE sTuMPr, '38 I sc:ruTinized a snow drop As iT Tell Trom heaven, And iTs paTTern was mosT inTricaTe. IT caughT The sun and held A small parT oT iT. As iT camo Talling Through The air, IT was symbolic oT The greaTesT puriTy. IT had iusT IeTT Gods hands. BuT close To The ground -iT melTed. Qur souls are like The snow drops When They leave God. BuT when They mix wiTh The earTh - They Too melT inTo earThliness. PECDPLE ON Tl-IE STREET I love To waTch Them all go by - People on The sTreeTg and why? Oh! because Some are ploTTingg some are glad, Some will laugh, and some are sad, Some have money, oThers none, Some have work, and loTs oT Tung Some are ill, some all righTg Some see darkness, oThers lighT. BuT on Their Taces, everyone PorTrays iT he has losT or won. I love To waTch Them all go pasT. IT's liTe - This blundering, hurrying mass. Ohl whisTling wind, Tling ouT your cloak, And Take me wiTh you, please. I wanT To know The ToresT Tolk, So Take me wiTh you, please. JusT whisper in my ear and Tell SecreTs ThaT you hear ln brook, in dale, in seCreT dell, STories ThaT you hear. BuT mosT oT all I wanT To know AbouT The ToresT green, Where pines grow Tall and rivuleTs Tlow, All in The ToresT green. Chl Take me on your back-buT sTop When, wind, you reach The pines, And mysTic dales and brooks, Then drop Me, when you reach The pines. O WIND

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frlii' IX ll ilnllniy' Nun' 'lwthifl fl Ullll' ll .ilflilllrm lllulnfllf. SPRING HAD COME ef ELIYABFTH l-fAUllMAll, 'H We rose, Qur eyes upon lhe oulsido world Qur hearls were swelled wilh happiness Which clumsy words could nol express, lor Spring has come , we lold ourselves, And laughed wilh happy, glowing eyes. How high and warm lhe lemperalurel We smiled. A rolain redlareasl could be seen. lndeed, lour limid chirps ol wonder Came sweelly lo our lisl'ning ears. Oh! Spring has come! We sang aloud, And danced wilh heayy feel grown lighl. Wilh us - lhe besl par'r of lhe year. We slepl. Qur sleep was hosl lo many dreams Which shyly carrie and iusl as sollly wenl To call upon us elher drowsy nighls. Spring has come . The whisper carrie lroin lheni And caused our lips lo slowly smile, And in lhe words lo lind delighl. We rose. Qur eyes upon The oulside world, And wond'ringly we gazed upon The Light ol pure, laul lrozen, while. Spring had come , lhe cold wind seemed lo sigh. And we also seemed lo hear lhe words, ll sollly slipped away al nighlf'