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

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MOTHER AND FATHER M is for Mother, our angel on earth. O that she's ours since day of our birth. T for the trouble she’s had through the years, H for her heart,—full of love but no fears. E for her eyes, oh, so tender and sweet. R that she’s ready to help, not retreat. Put them together, they'll spell the word Mother,— Like it, on earth, there is never another. F is for Father, God’s best gift to me, A his affection, shared nobly with me, T for his toiling, yes, daily for me, H for the heart that beats gladly for me, E for the energy love spends for me. R is for right, naught else could he be. Put them together and Father they spell; Put Father with Mother, our love none can tell! Ruth A. Artesani ALMA MATER Who taught us to be strong and true. To see the good in virtue’s hue. And seek for higher things anew? Alma Mater! Who showed the best in e’en worst things. To prove the joy forbearance brings? Who taught the joy that glad heart sings? Alma Mater! When we are gone, and others here To take our place, our places dear, Will they, like us, sound love notes clear, Alma Mater? Ah. yes! that theme shall never end. In accents loud, it will ascend. For hearts towards thee will ever tend. Alma Mater! Grace L. Lee Page Twent y-six The Xavier

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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

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A RETROSPECTIVE GLANCE These dear old halls no more I'll walk, Nor these loved faces see; But always in my heart they’ll live In cherished memory. And now the Master calls us on— But ere we haste away. One little word of grateful praise To our dear Nuns we’ll say. The hour has come: we stand alone. Life’s burden we must bear; Each day there’ll be a little thought. Each day a little prayer, That from Our Lord’s abundant store Of mercies and of love. He’ll shower on St. Xavier's School His choicest from above. Margaret A. Fogarty MEMORIES There is the dearest picture concealed within my heart, Secure in memory’s casket. Oh! More than treasured art! I’ll keep it ever fragrant. I’ll think of it always— It mirrors dear St. Xavier’s—it mirrors happy days. Youth leaves me now—seems life assumes new cares: They fade before a vision of schoolrooms, desks and chairs Our old torn books are strewn about, and older friends are there, Oh. Memory of St. Xavier's, those days of youthful prayers! Old age creeps on—and friends decrease—perhaps: I’ve stored away my treasure—let the hard cold years elapse.— It shows beloved sisters—my counselors of old. The dear familiar habits in memories of gold. The fine perspective’s blue with haze, as death draws near to me: Still Mary’s Shrine in dear Room I most plainly can I see! Thus through the veil like mist, and through the shadows gray— ’Tis with me e’en to Heaven’s gate, my love for S. X. A. Eunice M. Agnew The Xavier Page Twenty-seven