St Marys High School - Blue Mantle Yearbook (Milford, MA)

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There are times in Heaven when God pauses midst the endless artistry of creation to breathe the breath of life into a being that’s markedly different and markedly su¬ perior to the average ebb and flow of weak, erring humanity. There are times when God chooses to imprint an indelible character, of spiritual aloofness on an immortal soul that distinguishes it from others and covers its beauty,-to shine forth with peculiarbrilliance in life. A smile of omniscient confidence must play upon the Countenance of . the Godhead when He places a holy priest, a minister of His holy love, on this earthly habitat. Father Murphy of Uxbridge has constantly borne the torch for a fundamental Catholic education. From his first year in that town, St. Mary’s High School located in Milford, has stood forth as a veritable oasis of Catholicism in a barren desert of materialism. It is to Father Murphy that a good number of Uxbridge students who are now attending or who have grad¬ uated from St. Mary’s, owe an unpayable debt of gratitude. It is through his efforts and his goodness that they have been granted the opportunity of acquiring one of life’s most precious heritages, something of which they can never be de prived-a Catholic Education. Speaking for the Class of 1937 and for those in our ranks who hail from the town of Uxbridge, may we take this opportunity to express our humble and sincere gratitude and to state that as long as God sees fit to spare him to his sacred earthly duties, St. Mary’s High School and Catho¬ lic Schools in general, will have a true, loyal and lasting friend.

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THE SHAMROCK BLOSSOM Its beauty astounding Its swe e tne ss o ' er b ound ing Yet despite its highness Manifests a shyness Which Christ in subjection Shone forth in perfection. Wonder you at the sigh When to it I draw nigh? o-o-o-O-o-o-o We clamber up the highest heights Of Pride— We sing a song where maids and knights Elide- In lures of love and laughs of ruth Wo stray- And play the lofty harp of youth Away—- But weak is human nature priced In sin- And kind the one who shows us, Christ Again] LOVE Ah, love has come and bore me to A land. The land of sacrifice-a new Demand] My life, my friends, my love, my heart It yearns Away from all the world apart I learn. Softly, gently, slowly did I see This love of Christ so sweet, so dear To me. Mary Read ' 37.

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f RO DEO Thou made hi s lips to fashion Words of tlove and praise; Thou made his eyes that at Thee In Heaven be may gaze. Thou made his hands to touch The Blessed Holocaust; Thou made his feet to shepherd and save When the sheep seem lost. Thou made his heart to beat As one with Thine; Thou branded on his soul a mark, Both sacred and sublime. Thou made him strong, for thee to serve And Thou to wait his own release Yes, in him, Oh God, Thou hast Truly made-a masterpiece. By Joseph T. Fahy