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Show f Our Literary Table. ST. MARY'S ACADEMY, SALT LAK E. YOTA MAFJAE. ' (The Dedication of the May number of Yota Ma- riae, Read Tuesday, May 2.) j Glad is the earth and all her fields are gay With richest tributes for the Queen of May. I Spring's genial beams with April's gentle showers Have decked the pathway with a thousand flowers. The wandering south winds through green branches stray, Or o'er the grassy lea in wavelets play. Blythe are the birds that flit from tree to tree, Filling the land with sweetest melody, The airy spaces seem thrill with joy; Oh, time is golden-winged without alloy! These are thy days, O lovely Queen of May, And all the beauties that the fields essay, And all the songs of bird or brook or bee, Are for a gladsome greeting unto thee. But oh. there is another country, where These earthly figures should find true compare A land where Spring's sweet power should hold sway, Where through the twelve-month year 't were always al-ways May. Where flowers of fairest form and brightest hue, With heavenly odors, should the air imbue Where birds of joy on skyward flight a-wing, Angelic benedicites should sing. .This land none other than the hearts of those Who hail thee "Mother! Queen!" And if there grows A glass blade or a rose tree in that land, 'Tis each and all for thee, or least or grand. Thy loyal tributaries now we bring This humble fruitage of .our laboring In fields of study; would that it might be E'en as a bright parterre abloom for thee! Each letter a fair leaf, each word a flower, And every theme a freshly festooned bower Of thoughts devotion-fraught! 'Tis this we mean By "Yata Marise" to our beloved Mav Queen. F. M. OUR SCHOOL GARDEN. Six little ( 0 gardeners all in a row, Went out to the grounds some timeago, Their long treasured autumn-seeds to sow. They looked so serious and so sedate, You'd think it was quite an affair of state; And they watched their plantings early and late. They sowed their seeds in nice little rows, And watered them well with their nice little hose, And lo, and behold! the next day it snows. This adverse occurrence gave them great pain, But nothing daunted, they try again, And nearly all day by the fence they remain. "You'd better make haste, little embroyo; For your gardener's so eager to sec you grow, That I fear she'll soon dig you up with her hoe." And sure enough! at an early date, Many a seed met this cruel fate, Just when it was going-to germinate. But some of the rest did the best they could, Considering how they Were misunderstood, And, besides, "the soil is not at all-good!" M. D. '06. OGDEN. EASTER REYERIE. Madam Xaturc, tell me, pray, Will the sun Shine for me on Easter day? One by one I have watched the clouds dri't by, Xever ceasing, through the sky; Still they come. All the world with song was sweet But yester-e'en, All the meadowlands replete j With vernal green; Xow the blossoms on the trees Fall beneath the careless breeze Like silver sheen. Wakes the poet's Easter sonnet Timely lay! Blooms the maiden's Easter bonnet Sweetly gay! But, alas! for Easter bloom Hides the sun in sullen gloom All the day. Daisy Maginnis, Class '05, Sacred Heart Academy Aca-demy Ogden. "THE FESTIVAL OF FESTIVALS." "As the most august of sanctuaries is called the holy of holies, and the most sublime of inspired songs the eantile of canticles so" says St. Gregory, is Easter the festival of festivals." What simplicity, sim-plicity, what grandeur characterized that first Easter morning! What anxiety, what hope filled those faithful watchers of Calvary as they prayed for the dawn, that their fears might prove vain and their hopes find a perfect realization. When we turn to the gospel of Easter tide are we not surprised to find Mary Magdalene the first one mentioned. Hastening to the tomb while it is yet dusk, the ardent penitent beholds the stone rolled away and her master gone. What feelings must have been hers? Could we fathom the depths of her grief and disappointment, then might wc measure the workings of grace in a heart once prone to sin. Overwhelmed with grief at the thought that our Lord's body has been taken away, Mary runs with the news to the apostles, then Simon Peter and the disciple whom Jesus loved hasten to the sepulchre to reassure themselves of the tidings. Mary returns, too, and stands without the lomb, weeping.. What a reward of love and humility is hers! At the-single word "Mary," uttered by lips divine, a ray of grace penetrates her heart and her sorrow-laden soul pours out its depths of trust and faith in the one word "Rabboni." Oh! how fujl of tender suggestiveness, too, is the meeting of Christ with the two disciples when on their way to Enunans. Filed with varied emotions they walk along with saddened hearts, discussing the events of the day when Christ draws near, and "as he talks to them 1 heir hearts are lightened, but their eyes are not opened until he breaks bread with them; and when lie departs they give expression to their joy in the simple words: "Was not our heart burning within with-in us, whilst he was speaking to us in the way." As we follow the Evangelist's simple yet sub-4 sub-4 lime account of the glorious mystery we may flatter ourselves that we grasp the full meaning of the inspired in-spired words, but could we comprehend even the sinrplest passage we would be overwhelmed with its sublimity and our own finiteness..( . What a stupendous miracle is. the resurrection the consummation of the Christian faith, the impregnable im-pregnable proof of Christ's divinity. MARY DOX'AGIIW Class '01, Sacred Heart Academy, Ogden, Utah. |