St Angela Hall Academy - Veritas Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Mirlfor at the Chapel Door A moment's pause to look within We'd miss it if it were not thereg Before we see the Lord of all, Indeed it would be very odd Has always been a prelude to lf we could never stop and stare Our daily visit at the Hall. And look our best, to visit God!

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Piellertions OUTH is a strange thing-fragile, tender, brief, fashioned of the fabric of dreams. And young girls, they are strange things, too. Their elders say they are heedless, shallow, uncomprehending. They find it amusing to note the number of times a day a girl glances into a mirror. They scoff at her idle dreams. The word Youth conveys to them laughter, perhaps, and immaturity-and more dreams and mirrors. Wait, they say, I have heard her talk. Spring, and romance, and love. Not much depth there. Every other time she passes a mirror, a young woman pictures herself as a bride. Watch her sigh at weddings, hear her read over the marriage ceremony, always with one eye on a mirror to broaden the vision perhaps? That is foolish, too idealistic, a waste of time. Pause a moment. Glance beyond the mirror. Gaze through it as she does. Watch with her the thoughts that stir beyond those candid mirrored eyes, and behold her dreams. Did you ever read through the prayer in the Nuptial Mass? . . . may she he prudent like Rebecca, long-lineal and faithful like Sara, may the author of sin have no share in any of her actions . . .Could a girl find better counsel? . . . may she fortify her weakness with strong aliscipline, may she he respected for her seriousness and venerated for her mori- esty . . . ls not this what you have sought to teach her? . . . May her life he pure ana' blameless, and may she attain to the rest of the hlessecl in the ltingrloin of heaven . . . Worthy fruit of young dreams. Within that passage is contained the ideal source and ultimate goal of Christian wornanhood. It is no waste of time for her to steal a glance into a mirror as she passes by. Nor is it foolish for her to see there a bride. For even if her dreams are never realized, they have given to her something that shall never be lostg true values, an ideal. . . . May she he well taught in heatfenly lore . . . May she revnain jiranly attached to the faith and the covnznandments. MARY SCHMUCK. PP If she does something but a little sweet As gaze toward the glass to set her hair See how his soul falls humbled at her feet! What if this lady be thy Soul, and He Who claims to enjoy her sacred beauty be Nor thou, but God, and thy sick faith a female vanity Such as a Bride, viewing her mirror'd charms Feels when she sighs, All these are for His arms! from Sjionsa Dei by Conventry Patmore

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