St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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where Milan in King Pride of the Western World, thy glorious day As the bright summer passes, fades away. All too short-lived thy beauty, famed, expires As Winter cools great Sol's eternal fires. VVhi1e Europe's millions battle without cease, Thy swelling domes are monuments of peaceg Degenerate, our Old World brethren die, Though Progress thy domains personify. Here 'neath these roofs' and domes' majestic span Here are thy conquests, O all conquering man! E'en dread Electra bears the ruler's chain, Fit servant to thy dominant hand and braing Comes at thy call to turn aside the night, Or speed the tireless engine with her might. Now swiftly treads the sky's uncertain lane To bear thy messages across the mainq Now lends her strength to save the failing breath Or e'en becomes the monitor of death. lfVithin these walls great locomotives stand, VVith harnessed steam to rise at thy command: Beneath its Wheels the spell of distance fails, As drives its bulk along the singing rails. Look toward the bay where yonder vessel great Moves through the waters of the Golden Gate! Prisoned within her giant sides of steel The steam god struggling, drives her pointed keel Ruled by thy Will, untiring still he slaves To work the domination of the waves.

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16 IGNATIAN like the Panama-Pacific International Exposition, and if the wonderful figures of 350,000 visitors in a single day can convince us, it shows how much a war can benefit such an undertaking, and we may be sure that the year 1915 will loom up with epochal greatness in the long roll-call of cen- turies, for while the demon of war swept over the battle- fields of Europe, plundering every evidence of human achievement in its bloody path, a staggering blow was being dealt in behalf of civilization by an Exposition held on the western shores of a nation over which the Dove of Peace still lingered-a proclamation to the world that happiness and peaceful pursuits still swayed the hearts of men. W iiliam T. Szefeigert. 377 ww -hw! 1 -1 'E ak .AF-QF-2,-,f . ,. jf'Q4-i55ELQiEfQs-rvqi ' 3-55, - . f-' -.f t -. F5 f :e'l.'a.-v fi1,Haf:i. f . fs'-F ' if V: ss- ' '-F- 5 bib:--','..ui-:I-. ... 'rss - - .-a -if':-vfshef 5,,..,Ef.-zivl:-C -v .'-mm-,A .f ,,,--. V -f qi.--ss..-,.,+-41.1- 111 5+-4, - 1 . ' 'Tryp 1 fig.--..-i 3 . w..,.:-mf-,I,..f--,rt?-ver'-..'5-:vw ' - - ,

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IGNATIAN High o'er the towering turrets of the Fair A daring bird-man rides the uncharted air, -Dips through the damp recesses of the clouds, And draws the plaudits of admiring crowdsg Far from his course the startled seagulls Hy, Nor challenge this usurper of the sky. Ambitious man! The threatening winds Thou matchlst in vain, the eagle in his own domain. The deep-boweled earth has yielded up to thee Its hidden stores of boundless -energy, Its metal treasures for thy hand to mold, The utile iron and the precious gold. The rushing stream, devised thy powerful will, To turn unceasingly the roaring mill, Or draw its waters o'er the barren plain To feed the orchard trees, the waving grainy To foam across the desert's arid sea, And crown it with a living verdancy. mi Here are the traps of many a distant race Unhidden from thee, conquerors of space. Here are the porkas of the Esquimaux, Tribe of the Northern lights and lasting snow: Here are the barbed spear, the cowhide shield That the dark warriors of Somali wield, Here the curved boomerang that never fails, Primitive weapon of Australian vales. The Earthis far limits are indeed thy own, Thou reach'st the Poles, piercest the Equator's zoneg Even thou search'st the sun's forbidding fires, And higher still thy God-born soul aspires, Looks toward the distant spheres with longing eyes, And treads the hidden marches of the skies.