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

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Dearer than mercy, courage, kindness, mirth, These virtues measureless on earth: Dearer than life whose thread we all must spin, Or memory, with past and present thoughts akin, Dearer than all these things she is to me— Alma Mater! Nobler than hero, bravely facing gun, Fighting the foe from dawn to setting sun: Nobler than friends who hold their life at nought. Where honor of the other must be fought: Nobler than all these things, she is to me, Alma Mater! Ida M. Laurienzo TO MY CLASSMATE Do I love Thee? Ask the sea If it loves its life so free, Where the waves in freedom prance. And the moonbeams gently dance. As it answers yes, or no, Classmate, take my answer so. Do I love Thee? Ask the child, With her manner sweet and mild, If she loves her doll so sweet. Laughing eyes, and walking feet. As she answers yes, or no. Classmate, take my answer so. Anna V. Bolger SEASONS OF THE YEAR Budding blossoms fall in showers, Crocuses and tiny flowers: Tulips, roses, lilies pure, And the heaven s lovely azure, Chirping robins' notes of cheer, All announce that Spring is here. God is good. Page Tiventy-four The Xavier

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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

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Gleeful groups of girls and boys Rev'ling in vacation joys: Swimming, sailing o’er the lakes. Planning pranks that youth awakes; Other sportive frolics mark— Can it be we hear the lark? God is good. Crimson, russet, golden leaves, Falling from the mighty trees. Cover earth’s bright carpet green;— Bands of children, too, are seen, Bright and happy, great and small, Welcoming this day in Fall. God is good. Gleaming mounds of fleecy snow Bring to boys and girls, we know, Many mirthful, harmless thrills Skimming o'er the icy rills: Where Mistletoe and holly crown Winter King of great renown. God is good. Mary E. Conley WHAT MAY WE TAKE FROM OUR CONVENT DAYS? What may we take, dear classmates true. From our Convent days in white and blue? Said one, Oh take the peaceful thoughts That visits to our Chapel brought; The loving care of Sisters blessed That we for four years have possessed. Or. why not take Our Lady’s shrine That round our hearts it may entwine? Twill strengthen us our course to run. That all temptations we may shun: And always girlhood friendships true. In every heart we may renew. With golden rules and lessons taught, With virtues holy Sisters wrought: We’ll take a thousand memories sweet Of school days spent at Mercy’s feet. Dorothy M. Almon Page Ticenty-five The Xavier