St Joseph Academy - Jomara Yearbook (Yakima, WA)

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Thirty THE AURORA To her thc sober raptures of reality are more than the strongest lights of romance. She does not seek for marvels, but for the daily bread of human hope, of higher ideals, and some conception of the language of the soul, which exalts the spirit like the view of the starlit heavens, and the everlasting mountains. Thus, the feminine type of fidelity is instinct with grace, attraction, moving sweet- ness, subduing gentleness, soaring aspiration, and seraphic fire, which cause her, in her girlhood, to look out upon a world decked in all the roseate hues that imagination weaves, fancies filled with schemes of ambition bent upon achieving success in some walk of life. She is eager, even to impatience to enter upon her course of chosen labor, but, ah! here must she remember that the present is only a passing phase of her existence. Youth, the sunrise, soon fades away, and the sunset of life is reached. When the sun of life sinks to rest, when the soul has been called to repose amid the purple shades of repentance, faith and love and fidelity, harmoniously blending, will lighten life's sunset hours. For as earth's sunsets are the preludes to the sunrise, so life's last lingering hours, to those who have made their day beautiful and useful, is the prelude to the glorious sunrise of Eternal Day. ' DOROTHY ERNSDORFF, '24. A Cl-llLD'S HEART I watched a little child at play, I heard its laughter, sweet as May, Its cooing voice was soft and mild- I thought me, then, of Mary's Child. The breezes fanned the rosy cheek, The sunbeams kissed the curls of gold, The baby hands, the fiowers seek And press, in joy, each petal fold. I looked into the eyes of blue- I saw their faith, so sweet and true. Their trusting depths reveal so much Which words of man could never touch. I saw the Mother standing near, She blessed each smile, and dried each tear, In tender love she clasped her pride, Then soft, it lisped, Let baby hide! A misty tear welled in my eye, Such trusting faith-Oh would that I Possessed again a child-like heart, The joy, the love-of God, a part! I looked again upon the child, Its life was pure and fair and mild, I breathed a prayer, in whisper low- Grant me, oh Lord, a heart just so! -Dorothy Emsdorj, '24

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