Walsingham Academy - Legende Yearbook (Williamsburg, VA)

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goreworci Long ago within these glades, Powhatan's children romped and played. Indian braves, white settlers too, felled here great trees, and fashioned canoes. Above the soft whisper of sky-sweeping pines, Came the beat of tom-tom, Or a church bell's chime. These very paths which now we tread, Were perhaps once sanctified and dyed blood-red, For here, missionaries labored, prayed, and died, And for their sacrifice .... The lonely sigh of these tall pines down through the years Their only epitaph--a forest's tears. Today, within these happy glades, Walsingham's children romp and play, For now upon this hallowed ground, With firm foimdation, deep and sound is raised An edifice in brick and stone, Dedicated, consecrated to God Alone. Here, students study, pray, and play, While Truth is pursued through each new day. Yes, here is our Challenge flung against the sky-- A Divine Answer to our every why -- The Cross--Greatest Lesson emblazoned in gold, Living forever when all others have been told. 6