North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1869-08-25

harmony? Will you mourn the absence
of those familiar faces, which now form q
part of your little world? Will you think
of the wanderers whom distance holds cap,
tive, but whose hearts, like uncased birds,
will fly back to their old home, Auttering
for entrance and sympathy? Oh! yes, too
pure, too unselfish is the friendship tha.
binds us to be chilled by absence or chang.
ed by time. Farewell, beloved compan-
ions,-farewell! True to the affection
that binds US, true to our Alma Mater, we
shall 90 nobly forth, strong in the divine
power on which we lean-hopeful in the
thought Of that future meeting in bright
er home than this-the only home that
can satisfy the heart and quiet every long
ing.
Sisters! to you feel that language
would be bitter mockery coming from my
lips to-day. For years you have been my
all in 1ife-sisters, parents, friends. Oh
for words in which to pour out to you my
gratituds-my love. But it is vain. You
have often read my heart can you not
gaze ipto its quivering depths to-day, and
see the tumultuous thoughts which va:nly
struggle for utterance? Your voice was
ever capable of awaking in my heart re-
sponsive harmonies. Speak to it then
ho hlsn,r oh
give voice to that latent sound, which
needs not words, and then heart will speak
to heart in the only language which is
worthy to portray its hidden mysteries.
You it was, loved sisters, who made me
what am. You, who prepared my sou!
for the dawn Of heaven-born truth-whC
lead me to drink Of those higher founts
which flow from Faiths pure unclouded
vision. You have been to me, in truth,
guardian angels" and, in the years to
come, your memory, your prayers, will be
as a transmitting power which will glorify
life's earthly clouds, making them lumin.
Gus with the promise Of that which awaits.
Sisters, farewell! Within my heart there
will be holy spot into which the world
will enter not. A spot all green, foreve,
yours, and my souls last earthly though,
will he to murmur a blessing on those
whom earth cannot reward.
Reverend father, to you also, must
say, farewell. Your prayers l also crave
to me, in particular manner, they are
necessary, for my courage, my faith is still
untried. Forget me not, then, at the sac
red altar, and He whom you serve will bt
your reward.
And now, ere launching my frail barl
on the ocean of life, l turn for the las
time to my convent home. The though
Of parting seems to clothe it in new ant
untAought Of splendor. Sinsinawa tho.
art, indeed, fitting home for earth'
most favored souls. Thy classic shades
me, indeed, seem peopled with inspiring
dreams. Thy sacred solitudes seem tt
whisper of all that can speak to the heart
and woo it to the contemplation of natures
sublimest themes. Shall I ever agair
tread thy verdant glades and listen to th'
spirit voices, which of old spoke to me II
each signing breeze and passing gale? l
may not be, yet in spirit, at least, vii
be often with thee. Farewell to the'
Sinsinawa! Farewell cherished home
May blessings like the sunshine, b
strewn thickly around thee. May tn.
destisy lead thee to the fullness Of meri
dian splendor; and if wanderer, gaz
on thee no more, my dreams of thee vii
be realized on etcrnity's unfading shores