St Mary of the Woods College - Les Bois Yearbook (Terre Haute, IN)

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, r V x I , J M . ,.,., ?1-f-, 'LES B015 -4 THOMAS WALSH Author of Gardens Overseas, The Pilgrim Kings, and Prison Ships. The House of Columbine fWz-itten for Liss Bolsj What drifts of golden leaves before The tangled porch and silent door Where noon so faint-of-heart would shine Upon the eaves of Columbine! Yet see, the curtained boudoir pane, The silken lounge, the mirrors vain, The prints and Sevres she mused upon- All waiting there though she has gone! And I-was I the glad Pierrot At this sweet casement long ago Who tossed those raptured vows and tunes Unto the whitest, roundest moons? O Columbine, come forth again! But echo shows me how in vain My voice would wake its boyish tone- And 'twas my youth she loved alone! Yet peering through her little rooms, The daintiest of lovers' tombs, I catch my foolish eyes, alas! The same Pierrot's, within her glass. THOMAS WALSH. T, vw eine ' - 7778 S ' AA Forty-five '55, H , T' F ' ,.. .. . . , , 1 f..-.. .. T ' S -. ,,

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. xx 1 v,1 x 1, ...fn 6 H'-1 1 I I ., 1 , .- , I I. . v H LES BOIS With us there is a Spirit of Thankfulness that we are St. Mary-of-the-Woods girls! On my last visit to St. Marys, when the Spirit of the Diamond Jubilee was smiling in all faces, I real- ized again, being older grown, how all the spirits contribute to the great work St. Marys is accomplish- ing in preparing her girls to do their duty as Chris- tain women in this complex world of ours. And as I breathed again that atmosphere of purity and refine- ment, that sweet, gentle, God-loving atmosphere of St. Marys, I found myself unconsciously repeating these lines of the Hoosier Poet: And so I love clover-it seems like a part Of the sacredest sorrows and joys of my hearty And wherever it blossoms, oh! there let me bow, And thank the good God as I'm thankin' Him nowg And pray to Him still for the stren'th when I die, To go out in the clover and tell it good-by, And lovin'ly nestle my face in its bloom, While my soul slips away on a bro'th of perfume ! 7775 K, 71- - .- ,V-'- - . --. V .. Q -f ,?5- IIVA .. . --- X Forty-f our

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I -41 ',... . WVY ILES , -s-:rf A Turn in the Road to the Daisy Field 'A ' A' J -. 1 s I 4. Forty-six