St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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 yrsve Our Little Chapel “Our trysting place with the Divine. npHE charm and quiet of our simple little Chapel will ever be a cherished memory that will shine forth in mystic beauty, like the afterglow of sunset in a twilight summer sky. It was here we came in school days, to tell our little tale of joy and sorrow to our Friend Divine. Here we felt the tender touch of His holy Presence, and our childish cares took flight. Praising and thanking Him. we withdrew from the sacred stillness, calmed, refreshed and comforted, having found infinite riches in a little room! Margaret Net Oman. But sec! the Chapel doors are open wide. A fragrance sweet pervades the sacred place: Our Guest Divine is calling. Come aside. And speak to Me in quiet. 'Face to Face . O holy hush! what calm, what peace you bring. As kneeling here we breathe our childish prayer, And with adoring Nuns we softly sing. Magnificat ! for all Thy blessings rare. 25 Marie Morgan.

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'7 )e Y)l lyesye Evening F;ar in the east the first star shone. Bright in the blue, and all alone; And as the shades begin to fall. We hear from the brush the whippoorwill's call. Sweet and clear to his mate he calls. To return to her nest ere darkness falls: And a faint, red glow in the golden west. Tells of the sun sinking down to rest. It is at this time of quiet and peace. That all our cares and troubles cease; For we feel the presence of Christ, the King. In the world about us—in everything. Gertrude Gallagher. Recollections Endearing, sweet days that have flown. Most joyous and happy of all. In Chapel, class room and campus: 'Those days, how I love to recall. Our tasks and our work being ended We pause, ere we go on our way. To stop at the Chapel, so peaceful. And kneel for a moment to pray. Marion McCardell. An Aged Nun Softly she glides 'Through the corridors dim. Her lips move in prayer Like the chant of a hymn. Her radiant face Casts a heavenly air. For her thoughts are of God. And His Mother so fair. Gertrude Williams.

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Our Friendship Stairs O wonderful, grand old stairway, With carvings rich, unique! But grander and richer the memories Thy rise and tread could speak! HAT a host of memories this scene recalls! Many abreast, merrily down they go. those dear, sweet girls of S. M. A. Not silence, but stage whisper reigns supreme, which often swells louder and louder as the bits of gossip are more exciting, and thoughtlessly, they chatter away the brief, passing minute with a dear companion. This little refrain from 'The Winter's Tale” gives the atmosphere: “Jog on. jog on. the foot-path way. And merrily hent the stile-a.“ In mystic vision, we call back all the girls of twenty years, and file them down the same old place in the same old way—but how changed the faces, the voices, the news! 26 Lorraine Mulheran.