Mercy School of Nursing - Mercilite Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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Susan Lorraine McCaughtry When you get what you want in the struggle for self And the world makes you Queen for a day, Then go to the mirror and look at yourself And see what the girl has to say. For it isn't your mother, your father or husband Whose judgement on you must pass, The person whose verdict counts most in your life Is the girl staring back from the glass. She's the person to please never mind all the rest, For she is with you clear to the end, And you've passed your most dangerous and difficult test If the girl in the glass is your friend. You may be like Jack Horner and chisel a plum And think you are a wonderful girl, But the girl in the glass says you are a bum If you can't look her straight in the eye. You may fool the wide world down the pathway of years And get pats on the back as you pass But the final regard will be headaches and tears If you've cheated the girl in the glass. if it Allison Smith McLean Oh! for the life of girls in white, They answer buzzers day and night. Buzz,Buzz,Buzz is all they hear, They faithfully tend to someone dear. What I would really like to know, is where they get their go,go,go, Up the hall and back again, Only they know where they've been. The chores are many as we can see, But the energy-plus still puzzles me. There is still time left for pleasant smiles After walking all these miles. Their pay won't show just reward, But as we know there is a Lord. He watches all both day and night, He won't forget these girls in white. is R X , f' o -n , , pw K 'QW' 1 .of , f f -K 11: asa, 4 v ' .HL u S ' - s,1,,,f

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Tamara Ann Mashewske People may come And people may go But memories live FOREVER! Kimberly Dare Hipp When little things would irk me, and I would grow Impatient with my dear ones, make me know How in a moment joy can take its flight And happiness be quenched in endless night. Keep this thought with me all the livelong day That I may guard the harsh words I might say When I would fret and grumble, fiery hot, At trifles that tomorrow are forgot- Let me remember, Lord, how it would be If these, my loved ones, were not here with me as Q3 r 2 i

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Jenny Ellen Milstead lx Let me do my work each day Walking over the silent hills of moments As shall keep me friendly with And I come not within sight of Teach me still to be thankful fo And if the darkened hours of anxiety overcome me May I not forget the strength that comforted me In the desolation of other times. May I still remember the bright hours that found me earlier days, Or dreaming on the margin of the quiet river When I vowed to have courage amid the tempests of the changing years Spare me from bitterness, from the sharp passions of unguarded May I not forget that poverty and true riches are of the spirit Though the world knew me not, may my thoughts and actions be such myself . . . Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am And keep ever burning before my vagrant steps The kindly light of hope. And though age and 1nf1rm1ty overtake me the castle of my dreams r life And for times olden memories that are good and sweet And may the evening's twilight Bonnie Kaye Roberson The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart. Helen Keller find me gentle still Max Ehrmann 'A 1