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Show : ST. MARY'S ACADEMY. : Roll of Honor. (For politeness, neatness, order, cor-i cor-i rect deportment, and observance of Academic rules.) Senior Department. Misses A. O'Brien, Du Chene, M. Kinney, Kin-ney, Robertson, Ashton, W. Gridley, M. McDonough. Clark, N. Evans. Canning, Miller, Higgins. McDonald, B. Gridley, Bonner, Holt, Maud Nissler, Plumhof, Graves, Edwards, Mulvey, Standish, Paumie, Hayden, Schafer, Stephens, Turner. Junior Department. Misses M. McIIugh. Meyers, Solomon, Kirwin. Kane, SuIUvgii, E. Daly, Nail-or. Nail-or. S. Riesenberg, V. Bawden, Sliea, Gibbons, Dickert. K- Sexton, M. Sexton, Sex-ton, McMillan, Smith, Axtell. "THIBUTES TO LONGFEI.0"W." I . The 'minstrel strikes his harp, and lo! doth start A melody thrice glorious, sweet and rare, That purifies, uplifts, makes doubly fair, I The thoughts of men that list unto his art. Thy soul's pure beauty so dost thou impart, im-part, For where thy song doth 'burst upon the air, It has our love, and we yet unaware. Thou minstrel of .the music of the heart. Thy sun of life is set: no more the day With golden splendor floods the world for thee; Thou lay'st aside thy harp with earthly strife; I But wavering never like a star's bright i ray The echo of thy carols e'er shall be, 0 mortal, yet immortal bard of life. MYRA WOOD, Class 1900. II. ' We mourn for great ones of the past, TV hose laurels on time's wave are cast; Whose names engraved on mossy tomb, Like unto fadeless flowers bloom. But thou, revered, beloved one What though thy earthly task be done: Yet ever will thy praises ring, And thoughts of thee thy verses bring. Though thou 'neath verdant turf dost sleep, . Thy songs our heart-strings ever sweep; And cheering us in sorrow's sway, Do fairer, brighter make each day. O gifted mind and noble Jieart, I High priest of poet's loved art; To thee fair fame and praise belong, To us thy heritage of song. , MARGARET RuBERTSON. Class 1900. In that great harmonious chorus, Swelled by. notes from poet-heart. Clear and sweet, like bird-song soaring Rings the music of-thy art. From across the rolling waters Floats an echo loud and long, Melodies from lofty Milton, Skyward borne o"n wings of song. Notes that soar past snow-crowned summits, sum-mits, Noble thoughts by music sent, As upon the blue of heaven Bright the bow of truth is bent. But above the home-shore riseth, Music like to summer rain: 0r,J!ke z2PhTs faintly blowing j Ihrough the fields of waving grain. I Inr ,thufe Portraits drawn by fancw Lights and shades together wrought. , Where the golden gleams of memo'rv Play through trellis work of thought: I In those pictures now we see him, j AN ith a plaer gentle smiie, , lo the sad heart sending gladness. As warm rays the flowers beguile. Poet, when our thoughts oft linger On the music of thy lines, O er our souls a sweet calm stealeth, Like to music of the pines. Thou dost sing of home and fireside, In thy pure and noble art; se may wake ambitious longings I Ihou hast power to touch the heart. As sweet flowers waft their perfume, On the balmy twilight air; to hee our Noughts of reverence loat on wings of memory fair. ANNA O'BRIEN. Class 1900. |