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Show EXCELLENT WORK OF PUPILS Tho Class Poem of Miss Gladys Rich, dolivored at tho annual commencement com-mencement exorcises of Sacred Heart Academy, Is a poetic gon nnd shows the unusual talent of the young lady, as does the exquisite essay ln verse by Miss Genevieve Malono. "YOUTH SHOWS BUT HALF." The rising sun has hid the night, And, streaming forth' its golden light Pours It o'er life's way To make a glad new day. And gorgeous bright the morning seems, As if the moonbeams in their dreams Had lot their teardrops flow Upon theVorld below. On such a radiant morn as this A rosebud by the sunbeams kissed, Opened Its eyelets wide To see tho world outside. And wondering In tho Bhadows lay And kept on blassomlng all the day. Ohi short lived are tho flowers, E'en but a dozen hours. At evening when the sun had set, The rose Iwth dew no longer wot, Dropped Its lovely face From the Sun-od's last embrace. Its perfume deep so filled the air That a calm sweetness everywhere On the landscape fell With the evening vesper bell. And, mountain-like, the thoughtful one Will, as the roso when life is done In secred richness steep, His last, long, peaceful sleep. While Age is pale, 'tis eloquent, A youthful soul's development Is mingled bright and fair With the dear silvered hair. And, gazing In those tender eyes Wherein a whole life's history lies, We find this lesson there, "Youth shows but half take care." As the first sharp pangs of sorrow That harrow the human breast May turn us from God embittered In the soul's agonh:Ing unrest. We are, when our griefs grow older, Like the lilac after the rain. And breathing their purple fragrance Will bring us to heaven again. For the hearts and the minds unacquainted unac-quainted With life's ever turbulent strain, Cannot understand tho sweet music That drives away care and pain. And only the golden locks mingled With strands of the silvery gray, Can know why tho month of sunshine sun-shine After April showers ls May. O, love's like tho richest rose petals Laid away ln the family urn To freshen and sweeten the household house-hold Where the embers of home loves burn. And In time though the urn may be broken, Though tho sacred rose petals may spill. The sublime everlasting white fragrance fra-grance Will cling to the rose-Jar still. Like nine little crafts on the seashore, sea-shore, We comrades have gathered today Prepared to put out on "life's ocean All ready to sail away. With garlands of fragrant June roses Our loved ones have decked every ship, And the ribbons of bright green and crimson Bring smiles fraught with tears to each lip. The smiles for tho days that are over When united we stood heart to heart. The tears for the thought that tomorrow to-morrow These vessels must be far apart. Wo know that as onward we're sailing sail-ing Forth to the dark, deep unknown. That the sea becomes fuller' and Avldor, Time longer than days that aro flown. Still, our skies cannot always be sunny, And our winds cannot always be kind; Some days must be darksome and cloudy, For only, through these can we find The realization of living, Our hopes, aspirations there In the very arms of our sorrow, 'Neath the dark gloomy veil of despair. And the love-tios that bind Alma Mater To me and my girlhood days, Be they ever starllghted to guide me In wandering my worldly ways, And let the one star In those heavens That watched me my schooldays through, Be the light that shall keep me bravest brav-est And hold me the closer to you. And bo grow old with me For through tho best will be That Summer of life for which this Spring was made. I've one thing loft to keep My convent days, to dream on in the Autumn's shade. These joys like flowerlets pressed By time and age caressed, And found in the well-worn pages of my heart, Will breathe an incense tme, And brug me baok to you Ah lifo declines, the sunset of my soul Shall greet youth's half now perfect made my goal I MISS GLADYS RICH, '12. nn. . |