St Francis Xavier Academy - Xavier Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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HAIL TO THE KING! The Vicar of Our Lord Divine Proclaims: “Through all lands ring— Our Holy Church shall henceforth keep The feast of Christ, the King!” A King! But where His Kingdom find? Where shall we seek His throne? Here in this great America. Or in some land unknown? Shall crown or precious jewels rare. Encircle this King's brow? And shall these lustrous, sparkling gems His Royalty endow? Ah. not upon a jeweled throne. Nor robed in royal red. Shall we this King of Glory find— But where His Blood was shed. His Kingdom is the Hearts of Men: His crown, a wreath of thorns: His palace, 'tis the Holy Rood, Whereon our sins He mourns. O Christ, Our King Immortal, Hail! All Hail. Our King Divine, Eternal King of Glory, Reign! Our love, henceforth, is Thine. Mary A. McCaughey SAINT CECILIA Long, long ago in ancient Rome, Dear Saint Cecilia dwelt: The music of her low, sweet voice, Showed clear the love she felt. Although her parents pagan were, A Christian she became: Her talents to her God she gave, To praise His Holy Name. Page Twenty-two The Xavier

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RIMES AND CHIMES Be, little volume, our message to everyone, Tell what we know and what we have done; Of our joy and our elation; Be the broadcasting station. And prove that our victory is very well won. Carry our love and our thanks to the faculty. Thank them for helping us, showing their charity: Speak of our reverence. For their benevolence. Tell them we're leaving today our fond loyalty. Yes. 54 hearts we are leaving to-day: Assure them we give them, forever and aye: Announce our departure, but tell them we capture The luminous banner of Old S. X. A. Margaret M. Hanaway The Xavier Page Twenty-one

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The organ's mighty keys she plied, In carols, hymns, and song; The swelling notes vibrate on waves. In cadences along. In blooming youth this maiden died, A twice-crowned virgin fair; A martyr, for the faith she prized. Ah, love like hers was rare. Oh, patroness of heavenly song! Oh, saint of strength divine: Please scatter blessing on my soul, As Angels did on thine. Kathleen T. Connor MY NOOK Hemmed in with storied pictures. My nook and Eden seems; With colors rich and blended. The happiest, heavenliest dreams. And often my poor spirit, A-tired of work and play, Betakes itself to this fair spot. To pause awhile, and pray. For, resting in my bower So tranquil and so calm, It seems a part of heaven. So soothing is its balm. This blest nook is the Altar, Where Christ deigns e’er to stay. Bestowing choicest favors. And never answering “nay.” Margaret M. Hanaway TO ALMA MATER Sweeter than larks twitt'ring from skies of west, Where the sun lingers in glory blest, Sweeter than flush of morning light, Scattering darkness of the night. Sweeter than all these things she is to me— Alma Mater! The Xavier Page Twenty-three