St Francis Minor Seminary - Via Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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CINOIAIVVICI HH'IIEILIF ORIGINAL SEMINARY BUILDING-1856 9878!?

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...... os Estis Sal Terrae Seventy-five years of training for the priesthood of the Catholic Church-how much of life, recorded fully only in heaven,s book of good and holy deeds, is contained in these few words. Behind them lies the fascinating story of that band of brave and daring pioneers who ventured forth with naught but daring in their hearts to build for God a seminary for the education of His elect. In Him they placed their trust. They were not confounded. Through Him they did the mighty things that today give glory to His name. Gone they are, these apostolic men, but their work remains. It lives on in the lives and work of the well-nigh seventeen hundred priests who, young and buoyant, charged with the power of God, sailied forth from the oldest Seminary of the Northwest into the realm of the world to do battle with the powers of darkness. Out they went into the wide and fertile expanses of the Mississippi Valley, into the far-Hung prairies of the West, into the smoke- begrimed cities of the East, into the untrodden forests of the North, into the hills and lowlands of the South. They came to build schools and churches indeed, but still more, lives for God. Into their work they put the spirit of St. Francis de Salese-the spirit of culture and holiness of life. They were to their Hock, even as was he, salt of the earth. For, deeply engraven into their hearts was the motto of their Alma MatereVos extis :al terrae. They touched the earth and it brought forth bloom and fruit. We glory in the achievements of our alumni. We feel honored in the honor they have brought to the Church. It is meet that we pay them our heartfelt tribute of admiration and affection. It is meet, too, that we give our tribute of honor to the members of the faculty of our beloved Alma Mater, who for nearly four score years gave unstintediy of the riches of their talents that worthy priests might be raised to the altars of the Church. To them, as also to the rectors of the Seminary, characterized now by indefatigable energy and boundless zeal, now by high learning and deep piety, now by benignant generosity and fatherly soiicitude, we offer our homage of esteem and veneration. May our Seminary prosper under the heavenly patronage of St. Francis de Sales and the rich blessings of the great High Priest, Jesus Christ, Our Lord. A. J. MUENCH, Rector. iiiiii i Q ......

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Q? SAINT FRANCIS SEMINARY Ode on the Diamond Jubilee of St. Francis Seminary We young who breathe the spirit of the time, Each deep-drunk draught enflaming like new Wine, Bid you of much maturer years quaff too, ,T'Will drive dull care away, and ;twill imbue Your spirits drooping from the long days heat, Refreshed in this loved spot, your youth? retreat. And you WIJOSE work? behind, Whose nightts ahead, Whose words and thought: like evening prayersaresaid, Whose prized delight is memory grown old, Come, join our circle while we all make bold To hack to yesteryear and there embrace The friend, the-school, the times, and face to face Renew the days that used to be. You stand, 0 Priest, before your former home; You tee it changed, yet in your heart you feel That ,tis the same. From base to top of dome She stand: a silent altar where you kneel And breathe a prayer for friends Who used to he. Saint Francis Seminary call: to you; Come, help to celebrate her jubilee, And precious friendships once again renew. Once stood :he young and fair to see; Ben now, though old, yet comely Still; Her joyous heart enquickenea' heats Against her age-dimmed wall: now labor-gray. Three score and fifteen years have sped; Haue smiled and scowled in turn; The ruthless flight of time has changed her mien, And left in place an atmosphere Of reverence and love More time-proof than the wall: themselves. Each nook and corner has it: tale to tell, Each room and aisle its xingular event; Each :tone in graveyard nigh retell: the knell Of some dear friend now gone To complement the blest ahodes. Each tree in wood, each hush on lawn Today a-Itirring in the Wind, Relates a happening of former days. A: now you walk anew the paths of old, Each clinging memory of day: long paxt Burst; forth from out its duxty mold of year: Like neW-hom yesterdays. Voices from another day Ringing loud in spirit gay, Echo down the years gone by: hFriendxhips faith-formed never diehi' 0 Alma Mater! Faithful guide! Today Within your wall: abide Your faithful sons re-youthed in memory, In joyous celebration of Your Diamond jubilee. Ring out, 0 hells, proclaim the gladsome day! Sing out, 0 choir, and grateful homage pay! Announce the news! Ye Ion: be proud to hear! Be not axhamed of love? unhidden tear. Be glad in recollection; come to thee On this, your Alma Mater? Diamond Iuhilee. DAVID BOYLE i132!