St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 Anna Kuril la Annelta McCann Sabina McCue “Vision unto vision Calleth. She takes An old notion and Makes it her own By singing it o'er in Her Sibylline tone.” 'A smooth and Steadfast mind. Gentle thoughts. And calm desires, Kindle never-dying Fires. “She is a Portion of That loveliness Which her art Makes more Lovely.” 5W7) I laugh, for Hope hath happy Place in me; If my bark sink. Tis to another Sea.” A sweet and l ender maid. Whose eye Was kindled In the Upper sky. “A lovely apparition Sent to be a Moment’s ornament And yet a Spirit. Bright, with Something of an Angel-light. Alice McGrath Margaret McLean Frances McNulty 1291

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 4$ J)ay£dy£- • Dorothy Kelley Ever a-singing she Trips along, wearing Wild moonlight On her brow, and Humming her . Own sweet song. jnces Kelly The luxuriant Symmetry of thy Floating Gracefulness— Every turn and Glance of thine, is A lineament divine. Louise Kelly Heart on her lips And soul within Her eyes. Soft as her clime And sunny as Her skies. 'Care sits lightly On her brow. Hiding from us All. somehow. Her better. Inner self Sweet as the Angel-shapes that Bless an infant s Dream; yet not lesa Rich in womanly Loveliness.” Along her laughter Ripples the Merriment of joy; She sips life’s Sparkling chalice. But drinks of No alloy. Margaret Kelly Louise Kloss Gertrude Krueger

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Jdcu c Ufc Evelyn Martin Florence Murphy Lucille Murphy A fair, sweet girl With wondering Eyes, that seem To hear the Songs of Paradise.” “And a forehead Fair and saintly Which her mild Eyes undershine. Like meek prayers Before a shrine.” “Loveliest of women! Heaven is in thy soul: Beauty and virtue Shine forever Round thee. “Thy classic face. Thy Naiad airs. Have brought me Home to the glory That was Greece, and The Grandeur that Was Rome.” Catherine Murray “Sweet promptings Unto kindest deeds Are in her happy Look: we read her Face as one who Reads a true and Holy book.” Helen Noe then “And her face is Lily-clear. Lily-shaped And drooped in Duty to the law Of its own Beauty. Ruth Norris I 30 |