Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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Yes, this is a material age, but the spirit has shown me the mystical number nine — a perfect number, the work of the M. B. S. . . In my dream I stood on the mountain Where the prophet ' s feet had prest, I shared in his great revelation Of the golden-tinted West. The peaks all shone in the distance ; I wondered, but now I know, Those tops seemed bright to the prophet For the background valleys below. Cornelia Morgan.

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ah, we shall still know her when these amber mists have rolled away and disclose life ' s broader path. Janie, says my monitor, is a synonym for sunshine, and like Spencer ' s virtue, ... gives herself light, through darkness for to wade. Her future is written to-day in her happy face, and, he who runs may read. Mabel! comes to me in a soft whisper, as my eyes next rest on a dreamy face. Oh ! Mabel is to be our poet in the very true sense of the word ; there are poets who have never written poetry. Hers is to be a life, Darkened by shadows of earth But refle(5ling an image of heaven. But three more faces catch my attention. The first, Cecilia. And what is the prophecy ? a belle ? We could have guessed it ! Yes, those wide dark eyes and that supple grace will charm society, as the M. B. S. sends forth another lovely Southern belle. And Willa? Soon she will swell the ranks of our alumnse brides. Mattie will study art in the city, then hope points to a time when she will come back to grace our studio, and be an inspiration to younger painters at Baldwin ' s. Music, — the strains recall me ; three other fair maidens go forth from us to-day. Cameron and Creel. Something tells me that their ways will not divide, their ways of life, I mean. What they have practiced here (many things besides scales), will go with them into maturer years. And may those years be filled with sweet music, and none of discord. A pause, — and I can not write of all the future holds for Lola. This musician has made her mark in our little college sphere, and she goes forth to send her melody into the larger world, and to add a sweeter note to the universal harmony.

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The Iris Lily. Thou rainbow promise-token, Thou angel-flower of light, Thy royal purple laid aside, Thou donnest robes of white. Thy errand, gentle Spirit, Whence comest thou, I pray? Down Heaven ' s many-tinted bow Didst thou pursue thy ' way ? God ' s message I am bringing To hearts all wrapt in gloom, A gladsome one of hope and joy. Of life beyond the tomb.