Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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kSk A slender, graceful maid is she ; At music ' s shrine a devotee, And in her sphere reno ' wned she ' ll be, Both far and near. A vafted note from Orpheus ' golden lyre With harmony did Lola ' s soul inspire. Her brush she dips in shades of magic hue, And soon a world of beauty comes to view ; For she in everything can beauty see ; Some day an artist of renown she ' ll be. Maid with eyes like starlight, Tell to me, I pray. Some of thy rare learning. Making glad thy day. And filling every heart with wisdom ' s kindly ray. So bright and gay, you scarcely may Believe this maid a student ; Yet such is she, and fitly we Pronounce her wise and prudent.

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Shadows of Coming Events. PROPHET, the last of those lonely ones of earth, stood gaunt upon the height, and caught glimpses of the years that stretch away beyond the mountains. ' Twas the sunset of life gave him mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before. Then the sunset of earth drew the shadow cur- tains from those distant peaks. Vision sought their gilded tops and lingered. The brightness dazzled, and the shining summits seemed blend- ed in a golden path; a soul crossed it with the sunlight, and the mountain knew the prophet no more. That was in the olden days. We climb perhaps to the same height, but we are practical and near-sighted. We see a mist where the moun- tains should be, and we see clearly only the valley before us. This escaped the prophet in his further range of vision, yet we do not doubt our reality, and we believe that our valley is one of the great ones, and that it holds its proper place in the record of fleeting time. One scene in this valley on which many hearts are fixed, and the sunshine smiles, is the spot where the green hills fold the M. B. S. Yes, this is a valley of material things, but on this May morning, who will deny that the very spirit of prophesy broods in the yellow and white mists circling our Alma Mater? The air is full of it, it enters through the chapel windows with the breeze, and in the hush, while the audience is intent upon the program, I listen to the spirit that breathes from the dreamy air. A mystical number rises before me, and a glance toward the rostrum shows the nine girl graduates. As I listen, the spirit will not tell me all about Mary, her life secrets are hidden from those who know her and love her best. But the spirit whispers, She will be a blessing. And though two are met in after years, one is yet our Mary;