Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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The almost frightening majesty of the beauty that surrounds us dwells in all we know — a lost moonbeam hiding in the Parterre’s lap, a splash of rain to scrub our already virginal court, a robin’s chirp to remind us another year has passed. Within these walls, we have made our home, built our ideals and found our Way. The soft shadows of love enclose us in the warmth of Regis, never to forsake us in the uncertain years ahead. Memories will linger. A sudden laugh from a stranger’s throat will recall an almost forgotten friend of yesterday. The scent of spring flowers will be nostalgic of the incensed altar, to which we inevitably turned to seek the peace and tranquillity of His abounding love. Our college is sprawled over Weston hills, but here in our Chapel, tucked in a far-away corner from the turmoil of the world, lies the nucleus of the four years behind us, to which we will return. May our homecoming trips be many. The Haven Nearest to Our Hearts

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Magic Touches Foyer Friendships Blend In Evening ' s Lull

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Regis Captures The Lord has awakened Dame Nature, and stirred her veins to vibrant hues of springtime prints, hazy summer blues, autumnal fires of blazing glory and the quiet solicitude of winter white. Reflections from the crest of the hill remind us of the might, the gentleness, the goodness of the King. His palace is the world; to us, it is the world of Regis. In May, the verdant slope, bedecked with a festoon of budding loveliness, has been the pathway of our chosen queen toward the Queen who has chosen us. His courtyard has served as the processional carpet for Commencement. A symphony of hushed voices envelopes us, to cause our hearts to swell in the real- ization that we are Regis. Twilight ' j Magic Fingers Draw the Shade of Night Shadows Linger in a Reverie At the Parterre Portals