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

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A PROMISE When from you we’ve gone away. And our thoughts all widely stray. They will wander back this way. S. X. A. We shall always think of you, Of your spirit, kind and true, Of the reverence to you due, S. X. A. We will prove our love to you, For we ll keep ourselves as true As your colors, white and blue, S. X. A. Grace L. Lee. LOVE’S TRIBUTE TO ALMA MATER Thou hast been the golden ray Brightening up my empty day: Thou hast been my shining star, Showing me the way afar, Alma Mater. Thou hast been the loving hand Which has joined me to your land: Thou hast been my faithful guide: Keep me always by your side, Alma Mater. Thou hast watched with tender care, Kept me from life’s evil snare: Shared my joys and calmed my sorrow. Pointed out the glad to-morrow, Alma Mater. Thou hast been a loving mother, I shall never find another: Thou hast all my love and prayers, All my hopes and tender cares. Alma Mater. Maybelle Salisbury Page Tiventy-eight 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

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AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY I’m a strange piece of work; ever new, ever old. The wealth of my knowledge could never be told. The world's most prolific teacher am I, For my lessons are taught by experience dry. I've brought you into Elizabeth’s courts, Many times I've described Napoleon’s forts. With brave Washington I’ve acquainted you. With Betsy Ross and Lincoln, too. I’ve filled young hearts with glowing love For Martyrs, Saints, and their Lord above. I'll widen and deepen as years go by, My depths, like the sea's, will never dry; Until the end of time I'll flow, For I am History, you know. Margaret M. Casey WHAT MAY WE TAKE AWAY ? What may we take when we leave our school And careers begin to make? What may we take that will comfort us When our burdens seem too great? A kindly thought of the lessons taught By sisters dear and true: An earnest mind that will ne'er forget That right is the thing to do. A holy trust in the will of God. Firm faith, let come what may; A goodly share of true virtue rare We may take on our parting day. Biscilla M. Kenney SUCCESS One word at a time and the book is written: One step at a time and life's journey is done: And the golden ladder that reaches to Heaven, We mount by our Charities rung by rung. Dorothy M. Watt CARDINAL NEWMAN Adown the ages and forever, His works will end our widest quest. His spirit lead us. faltering never. Unto the highest and the best. The Xavier Helen M. McMichael Page Twenty-nine