Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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Springtime Splendor Aurorian Mists Enshrine The Holy Ghost and Thee Lazy Paths from Regis Hall Whisper Joys We ' ve Known The strength of our beliefs rises proudly, haughtily to proclaim its domination the Norman Tower. As the sun pushes skyward, we humbly gather here, at the dawning of each year, to celebrate the Mass of the Holy Ghost. At Christmas-tide, chiming carols sift through the frosty air. Finally, in June, we leave the Tower Garden for the last time, as proud college graduates. These are the days we remember, the memories we treasure. For there is no sad- ness, no loneliness at the College of the King. Here, we feel the almost crushing realization of the Divine Presence — from behind the classroom door to the tranquil campus walks. For His nearness is with us, whichever way we turn.

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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

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Corinthian Columns Halo An Earthly Paradise A Prelude to Infinity Rises from the Hills