Ursuline Academy - Yearbook (Cumberland, MD)

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gl' IIB THE 1940 U' unsuum: 22-.Q . O'Z50D'O'Z The day will hardly dawn when literature goes out of use. That were impossible, so long as the heart of man remains what it always has been. For the words of a master, in his choicer passages, have somehow managed to capture such elemental realities as birth, death, tears, love, laughter, and whatever else goes to make up the soul's experiences-any soul's, every soul's. Such language holds a universal appeal, and is found as enjoyable and neces- sary in a mansion as in some tumble-down excuse of a house. Literature cuts through such accidents of birth, superficialities of place, and gets down to the rock bottom of human nature which all races in all ages possess in common. It puts on display every sort of discovery from the deepest recesses of the heart. It tells all about that small, mysterious, red and pul- sating Workshop: how it can aspire, how it can envy, exult, hate, fear, grieve, rejoice and pray-how, above everything else, it can love. . For which reason it is delight to find so splendid an incen- tive to the little womenl' of Ursuline Academy as this booklet. It opens to them an opportunity to try their hand at the art, and see the result in print. It affords them, in these days of their commencing womanhood, an easy chance to exhibit their little experiences of what has been, and their romantic dreams of what they dare to hope will be. And if they are guilty of any shortcomings in the attempt, those very faults will have the charm of youthfulness, and be easily forgiven. That's why I feel confident that the reader of this Year- book will not be disappointed unless he belongs to the twenty or thirty in the whole world not interested in young woman- hood, and to the three or four who fail to admire young womanhood, with Catholic ideals. Literature, it seems, has never quite been able to let the women alone, especially the young ones, but here it is right from the pen of the young ones themselves-the students of Ursuline Academy. -Rev. Valentine Long, O.F.M.

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Salloof B553 Throughout the land their echo rings And each clear tone a vision bringsg The Nation's strength and hope and pride Through far-off years will still abide- While school bells ring. Above the din of crowded street, 'Mid ceaseless tread of hurried feet, Through fruitful fields of countryside, Where hamlets 'neath the mountain hide- The school bells ring. Their music tells of opened doors To Education's richest stores. The hand is trained, the mind is freed The heart is stirred by Word and deed- Where school bells ring. Where'er young lives are taught aright That truth and justice are man's mightg That Virtue in the heart must reign, That honor towers o'er the brain- There school bells ring. Ring out, school bells, across the skyg Proclaim the Cause that neier shall die Through distant time, in ev'ry clime Where men lift eyes to heights sublime- Let school bells ring.

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THE 194D ' 'X URSULINE Uzigufe go Que giddgiii A builder builded a temple, He wrought it with grace and skillg Pillars and groins and arches All fashioned to work his will. Men said as they saw its beauty 'It shall never know decay. Great is thy skill, 0 builder: Thy fame shall endure for aye.' A teacher builded a temple With loving and infinite careg Planning each arch with patience, Laying each stone with prayer. None praised her unceasing efforts, None knew of her wondrous plan, For the temple the teacher builded Was unseen by the eyes of man. Gone is the builder's temple, Crumbled into the dust, Low lies each stately pillar, Food for consuming rust. But the temple the teacher builded Will last While the ages roll, For that beautiful unseen temple Is a chi1d's immortal soul.