Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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5 3E 3BE 3GE1E 3HE |Ub or White? Dedicated To Our Parents Were I adorning- Mary ' s shrine To have it fair for Mothers ' Day I ' d say : White or red. Mother mine, To greet thee on thy festal day? For, red ' s for life and red ' s for love But white ' s for thine own purity — What color for thy Mother love Or red, or white — which shall it be? Then I ' d remember that His lips Were red when first she held Him close But her ' s were pale when Egypt ' s night Enveloped them — safe from their foes Love made her lily-white, indeed. Full often in the meagre years The holy Three were sore in need And Mother-eyes had known of tears. But Love was red on Calvary ' s height When He — her Joy — was crucified: Yet Mother Mary ' s cheek was white When she beheld the flowing tide; And H», Whose red lips oft she pressed Was whiter than the drifted snow, Yet, as she held Him to her breast His open wounds gave crimson glow. So bring me white and bring me red. I think I ' d sav, for Mary ' s shrine, For Love is white and love is red. And both must her fair brow entwine; Rut if — suppose I had to choose Not both but one, whieh would be right The blushing or the virgin rose? I know, I know, I ' d bring her WHITE. —Class of ' 33 01 m 3E3E :be 3311=

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3HE SQE as: ©be lo (The Class of ' 33 Tis come at last, and now upon our minds This simple truth is stressed : t hat nothing is As great and beautiful as when ' tis seen A mental vision, mirrored in the mind. Four years ago this day was but a dream, A tempting prize, that ever led us on. And so to us at times when we would fain Gpend heedlessly the hours that should be given To serious work, our rebel hearts and minds We ' re ever soothed by dwelling on this day. Alma Mater! you to us are dear. Fcr we to you are bound by ties of love, A love that flourished not on joy alone For often have our spirits chafed at rules That for our good restrained impetuous souls. And now, Convent School, we beg of you Forget us not, with pride remember us The Class of Thirty-Three. We will be true, Our hearts and spirits will be e ' er with you.