Sacred Heart College - Gradatim Yearbook (Belmont, NC)

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MEMORABILIA When Memory turns the glittering pages o ' er In some far after-year, we shall recall How lovely and beloved — and yet more — Thy scenes, Sacred Heart, were in the fall ! . . . How decked the avenue was in array Of gold and crimson, with its carpet soft; And we would gather any autumn day Around the shrine while leaves were falling fast ; Or dance, joy-laden, on the campus square, Not knowing yet how fleeting were delights, Till there would creep into the autumn air The chill and darkness of the winter nights. . . . How lovely was the friendship that we made In room and campus ; and the paths we trod ! How fervent was the praying that we prayed In convent Chapel when we talked with God! . . . And there were days the library held its lure, And fond hands dallied o ' er the printed page — The old was new again — both new and newer — And we were one with poet, clown, and sage ! . . . We all excelled at something, some at books, And some were gifted at the painter ' s art ; And some at sketching; some surpassed in — looks And others would be authors for their part. When Spring strewed blossoms down her perfumed way, Or May demanded just one fair Queen more, How packed with gladness was each well-filled day. How beauteous was the flow ' r-filled out-of-door! And when Sport came to test our mettle ' s worth How jocundly we entered into all, And played, light-hearted, on the goodly earth With bow and arrow or the much-sought ball ! . . . Alma Mater, shed thy blessings o ' er Our future years, for lo, the time to part Is nigh at hand ! No more— Ah yes, NO MORE— We ' ll live within thy portals, Sacred Heart ! — The Graduates Page Four

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R i d g e zM o u n t a i n s » Mute spectator of the ever-changing panorama of Southern landscape, neighbor to the long-leaf pine and heiress to the health and wealth of a summer land, stands Sacred Heart Junior College and Academy. She is the guardian of high ideals and the mother of the many who for years passed, and are passing, from all sections of the country through her portals; and going, hold that which she gave them as her dearest trust; and holding, perpetuate through time that glorious legacy. . . . Page Three

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What a blessed thing is Memory! It is the healing draught that slakes the thirst of the wander-weary . . . the roseate light that envelopes all yes- terdays and sheds a pathway to to- morrows . . . the door through which those pass happily who alone have cherished an ideal, and in the cherish- ing have given to it the warmth and the substance that make it a reality. Page Five