St Margarets Academy - Dayseye Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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The Basilica of St. Mary, Minneapolis' Most Beautiful Church

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The Basilica Georgiana Henderson Gigantic and grey, With the blue of the sky On either side in display, Looms the Basilica, on which we rely For peace and consolation Arid spiritual contemplation. Its tall spire ascends, superb, Drawing and enfolding the stillness above, Seeming to pierce and disturb, Yet with beauty we love As its broadness swells, Symbolizing the greatness of Him Who therein dwells. Before the wide steps, spaciously Lies the busy city, moving— While the Basilica watches cautiously, Alert and ready to do one's bidding; It stands a symbol of endurance, And fills with calm assurance. Nay, its beauty is not in perfection, When its magnificence, lasting, Stands alone as though in dejection; ’Tis when the people in their passing Into the Minster's interior, Praise Him, their Superior.

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Gods Power Rose Beaty What’s behind the March wind to make it blow, Turn and twist, Shriek and go, Sweeping every inch of snow Into biting nothingness? Perhaps it’s Mercury on wing Wbirring the approach of spring From summer lands where Jove is king. What’s behind the March wind to make it dare Fight the vaulted volumes Of the prairie air, Alone and ware, That every shore and every stone Fear its bare and stinging flare; Make it dare Tempt the seas, Drive mirages of green leaves From the stark and staring trees? Perchance, it’s Satan raging In demoniac vagaries, Shrieking from orbits’ ends, Cawing from shoreless seas Embossed with souls of hell’s disease. What’s behind the March wind to make it live, Make it give Winged ambition? The splendid tender ecstasies, The awful, mighty reveries That awaken at the nod Of God.