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

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. N ., . LES Bois -. fa s ' 'Les Bols ' ' Sophomore Prize Poelry Contest First Prize Immolaiion While yet a half ope'd bud, that pale pink rose Is placed before the Tabernacle door, All through the day and through the night, it bows Before its King to thank Him and implore. O Eucharistic Lord, O Sacrament Divine, I place within that bud This poor proud heart of mine! When morning dawns upon the second day, His tender love has warmed the bud to bloom,- A perfect flower! Its petals open wide To offer to the King its life's perfume. O Holy Sacrament O Condescending King, A Hower gives you all, And I-not anything! The third day comes, the pink rose petals droop, Then gently fall, fading with grace replete, The rose is dead! Its watch of praise is o'erg Its deed of love, there at the Savior's feet. O Peerless Gift of Love, My very own today, That I may live for Thee And die in Thee, I pray! -Regina Pessemier, '20. Second Pnbe A cuslpla .Maclyree Sh! Kathleen, 'tis lonely I am now without you! The springtime is spreading o'er hillside and lea, The meadow-lark seems to be singing about you And asking me, Where is Acushla Machree ? At that name tender thoughts of the old days come rushing- Thoughts of May when we wandered together, carefree When the blossoms in vain sought to rival your blushing The first time I called you Acushla Machree ! 'Tis scarcely a year since that beautiful Maying- It seems like a hundred or more though to meg You've gone up above, but while I must be staying, The Angels will call you Acushla Machreef' -Mary McEvoy, '20. . , ..2. - ' :M - w in M T ' .M , -..-w f . f . - ., x -. S 1 44 Ninety-one i X, fr 4 Q ,, I Sb H- l.. ' 4--.I 4 ' I