Marywood Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Grand Rapids, MI)

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Y I' R I 'l' A S CAN YOU GUESS? Fluffy, sunny, curling hair Tiny rosebud for a ll10Lltl1, Fralnes fl baby face 50 fair, Dimples fading Ill and Out, Cheeks of sparkling rosy hue, Chin of pretty rounded form, Eyes of fairest cloudy blue. Heart so generous and warm. A lady fI'0Ill her face so sweet, To the soles of tiny feet. She's a friend of Inine, why yes, But, who is she? Can you guess? I often see Him in my dreams In sun's last dusky red, After a day in works of love, No place to lay His head. l see Him now as He heals the sick, Gives light to blindman's eye, As He cleanses the leper's snow white' And looks on sin with a sigh. VVhy should l dream on vainly thus When He is now with me, Dwelling beneath the altar veil, Too great for eyes to see? -CATHERINE PHII.I.II's, '29. POEM han Each day He's lifted high above, By consecrated hands, For me to gaze on reverently, The King of all the lands. Uh! He will come and dwell with I The place for HiIn to rest, VVill be the heart I offer I-lim Vvithin Iny lowly breast. VVhy is it we all Wish to live In that wondrous olden time, VVhen He is just as truly here As back in Palestine? -EUGENIA Scnmrrz, I27. A QUESTION O dearest friend, ffor such you arej, A plea I'm sending from afar, A question grave I wish to ask, For which please don't take me to task. l've spent long hours endeavoring To bring myself to do this thing. I could not let it go, and yet I was afraid it would be met VVith firm refusal, and, you see, This thought intimidated me. I've thought the question o'er and oyer, Turned it around and round about. 'Twas in my mind for many a day, At night the thought would not away, My slumbers were disturbed by itg Into Iny dreams it seemed to fit. For hours I've sat and deeply pondered, Guessed, supposed, surmised, and wondered- -Iust what would your answer be Unto this most uncommon plea. 19 26 ne, Page Forty-seven

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Page Forty-eight X' if R I 'I' X S ' ,- e, I've given much consideration, Deep forethought and concentration To the proposition, and I hope that you will understand, Nly motives are the very best. So now if you are well disposed To listen to me, keep composed, lylaintain your calm, ere 'tis too lateg The question is,-I hesitate,- Do you really think l'll graduate? --KIARIAN TVIALONE, '26. SEASONS IMPRESSIONS A day in Spring! How kind God is to every living thing! The violets bloom and joyful robins sing, From distant brook soft haunting melodies ring, This day in Spring. A Summer day! The golden sun casts forth a burning ray, VVith Summer song the sea is strangely gay, Down on the sands the happy youngsters play This Summer day. A day in Fall! The whistling wind-the rustling leaves that fall, To robe the ground and cast on earth a pall Of Summer gone-show signs of VVinter's call, A day in Fall. A VVinter day! The blust'ring storm brings night too soon o'er day, And VVinter's sport it carries on its way, - As reigning king it holds the scept'red sway, This VVinter day. -HELEN MCKENNA, '26. N I GHT Dusk falls on the darkening land, The sun has sunk from sight, The tall trees bow their stately heads And welcome the shades of night. The children quietly fall asleep, Tired from their work and play Over the sky the soft moon creeps, 'Tis the end of another day. Above on a lovely carpet of blue The stars shine in the sky, Sending their glorious, silvery hue On the slumbering earth to lie. How like the night our lives must be Which silently ebb away, Into Death's deep and seething sea From darkness to the day. -LENORE BOLGER, ,27. 1926