St Joseph Academy - Sajoscript Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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SANDALPHON Our Mothers FRANCES BRADLEY Graduate IIE world, as we wander gropingly through its highways and byways, alfords us many a glimpse of the sublime and the beautiful. Yet, if all the wonders of this world should unite, their union would yield to something more wonderful still, if all the beauties of nature should together find embodiment in one ideal, Beauty itself would do homage to a more ex- quisite beauty-that of a Mother's love. The eternal hills, old when history began, rising with their lofty tops to the very heart of the heavens, will not outlast or measure the extent of a Mothcr's love. The ocean, in its sea-green majesty, stretching away end- lessly into the distance, is but an imperfect symbol of her tender, life-long solicitude and anxious care. From cradle days to life's last sun, the protecting mantle of her love spreads round her child to shield it from harm, to lead it aright, to help it attain that lofty ideal which only a mother's heart can fashion for the object of its affection. When we consider that her life is often one of pain, of sorrow, and of sacrifice, something tells us that that loyal heart of hers must be fortified with countless graces a.nd a love that borders on the divine. Unmindful of self all through life, and especially in its darkest hours, there she stands with hands outstretched to help us on toward brighter days or to welcome us to the haven of her faithful heart. As she shares our sorrows, so she participates in our joy, and as her sweet smile lighted up the nursery at lifeis rosy dawn, so may our hearts re-echo until its close: Mother, your sweet face peers Ever anon, Bright through the mist of years, Leading me on- On thru' a sea of woes, On thru' a throng of foes, Promising long repose. When all is done. There's not a star that gleams Over the sea, 'l'here's not a flower that beams But speaks to me Of your great depth of soul Placid from pole to pole Under that sweet control, God's charity. Often my eyes grow dim Thinking of you, Pray that my tears beget Courage anew Nobly my part to play On till Life's closing day Then may I hear you say, Child, you've been true. page fifty-nine

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