St Joseph Academy - Jomara Yearbook (Yakima, WA)

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Fzfty-two THE AURORA JEWELS FoR MARY MARY'S NAME Sweet name, ,when every name was new, Our infant lips were open'd to you, And whispered, Mary! Small tots, then youths, and graduates, How oft in need, or adverse states, We've whispered Mary! And now, when out from school we go, Oft times when things don't go just so, We'll whisper, Mary! Whene'er temptation comes our way, We'll fly to thee, dear Guide, and say, In a whisper, Mary! And when our hour shall come to die, Our lips, e'en then, will fondly try To whisper, Mary! -Marcella Ernsdorf, '24. SONNET TO MARY O, Mary, victorious Mother, gracious queen of heaven's throng, Sweet mistress pure, protect us from every stain of wrong. Deign thou to help each child along the unaccustomed way, Until We leave the austre bourne of lowly earth's brief day. O, Mary, ,virtuous Mother, mere words can ne'er convey, Our sorrow and our loneliness, if thou were not our stay. From thy glorious throne, O queen, look down upon thy children, And when we are in fear or need, pray, shield us from all danger. But Hrst, sweet, gentle Mother, make us worthy of thy care, That we may raise our hearts in song, and open our lips in prayer- To beg for courage and for strength, to sing thy praise always And, then, when life has sped its course, with thee to end our days. -Alma Lang, '24 TO OUR MOTHER O, Heavenly Queen, Mother of us all, Reigning in your holy bower, Watch us, keep us, to us always call, Dearest Mother, be our dower. O, Virgin glorious, virgin truly pure, And sweet with love and pleasure, Help us Mary, to our trials endure, Dearest Mother, be our treasure. Holy Mother Mary, be our guide To guard our steps, and lead us right, Upon the holy path, from evil tide, Dearest Mother, be our light. Sweetest Lady, watching from above, Fold us ever in thy mantle blue, Guard thy children in thy grace and love, Dearest Mother, keep us true. -Leona Champoux, '24.

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THE AURORA Fzfty-one J We found it down by the old wood mill, And down our spines crept a chilly thrill- As we jumped like racing slaves in bond, From log to log, across the pond. When we were young. And, oft, too we'd go in swimmin', We, the brave and growed-up wimmin', For one of us would surely fall, The log would roll, and a ducking's all! When we were young. We even tried to find the fishes, So's we could wish, and get our wishes! But our raft went down in the fishin' hole We forgot the fish-to come out whole! When we were young. And oft in school, we'd break the rule, And fail the law of order, quiet. With stealthy care we'd pull some hair, 'Twas really fun. We took the dare. When we were young. It was such fun to hear a scream, We used a ping oh, yes! it's mean- But that's all right-so was a boy, To rival him was a bad girl's joy, When we were young. And now we're grown so wise and tall, And gone is the zest of school-girl tricks Gone is the right of boisterous fun, 'Neath howling winds, and smiling sun. When we were young. But ah! the school-girl memory lingers, As we sift time's sands thru sterner fingers, And the sunlight of the Past still gleams O'er our golden dreams, and silver schemes, When we were young. -Dorothy Ernsdorf, ' 24.

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T H E A U O A Fzfty-three n TO 'MOTHER ,MARY . Mother, at dawn I've watched the sun to rise, I've seen the darkened heagens change- to tinted skies, In the myriad colors shone,a power, wise and good- And then, I've thought me,-Mary, of thy beauteous Motherhood. At noontide, when the sunlight bespoke a perfect day, I've gladly brought my joys to you, O Queen of May! At eventide, when Hitting shadows hovered here and there, I've crept to you with little griefs, O Mother Fair! And then, when twinkling starlight, did herald silent night- I've longed to thank you for your love, O Mother of Delight! Then, as at evening, flowers nod, and close their petal hues, E'er let me, Mother, close my eyes, with thoughts of you. -Dorothy Ernsdorf, '24 OUR BLESSED MOTHER MARY There's a shady nook, near a babbling brook, Where the limpid waters flow, Where the sunbeams play thru all the day And the breezes softly blow. Where the whole day long the birds in song With their thrilling heaven-born tune, Where the lilies blow, in the tender glow Of a warm May day noon. There 'mid nature's bowers of scented flowers Stands our Blessed Mother's Shrine, Clad in a robe of blue, of delicate hue Is the Christ Child's Mother and mine. In Heaven above, she must be fair, Our Mother of love and grace, And I love to dream what the vision will seem, The day I shall see her face. -M onaclaire Earl, '24 OUR LADY OF THE DAY O Mother, keep dawn's timid grey For untaught hearts that yearn to pray. And with the sun's first golden glance Tip thou thy mercy's, gleaming lance. The morn which dews of vale quick sup Make day all sinners' shriving cup. When past hot noon, there floats a cloud Be that thy peace to care allowed. To sunken eye's resplendent train Wrap thou our hearts in prayer again. The twilight's silent, silver wage Pay bounteous rest to tired age. But in the night, when lamps are low Around us all thy mantle throw. , -M ary M aher, '24