The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1909-06-26

Ogden.
Is cen at hand-with roses turned tc
rue.
But let us not this last sweet moment
mar
With plant of parting sadness; better
far,
While yet about our alma matters feet
To lay in her loved hand some token
sweet
From out the garnered treasures of
those years,
Whose sunlit hours, now glimpsed
through mist of tears,
On memory's fadeless page shall ever
shine,
In love-illumined letters, many a line
RespOnse-(Sung by the class.
All, yes! well trace, one after one,
From memory's heart-book true,
The golden story-threads that run
Youths page idyllic through;
And as those pleasant lands we rove,
Well choose what we deem best,
For alma mater a treasure trove,
Be this loves grateful quest!
Miss Ethel Bixby
Back to the gates of childhood, memory
ieadeth me,
And blithe through St Mary's portals,
my footsteps wander free,
Swiftly the years glide onward through
fields with good things sown,
All! who could measure the harvests of
summers too quickly flown?
Come we now to the gate of departure
Lo! just another brief hour,
Ere twill swing on our outgoing foot
steps as the shadows of night
time lower,
Then let me, my dear alma mater. from.
the gracious and bounteous store
OF the gifts which thy hand without
measure into mind, and soul
didst e'er pour
Let me Irvine thee a ciTclet supernal to
grace thy majestic brow.
A circlet of gems from the cas1et of
truth, faith and beauty which
thou
IF thy teachings. thy training. thy
counsels, hast taught me to gather
and hold,
To cherish beyond all the treasure of
earth, or its Golfers of gold;
Then into crown let me bind them
with the chain of affection sincere,
oh, fair on thy brow shall they spar
kle-these treasures I count most
deari
Oh, fair on thy brow shall they sparkle,
These pearls of priceless worth;
For their lustre far excelleth
The brightest gems Of earth.
Miss Lorna Burton.
All! the tide of time gears me
Back DER childhood's pleasant lea;
And once again I'll gladly pass
Ger its blossom-bordered grass.
How, then. doth it all appear
To me, my alma mater, dear?
Led on by thy careful hand
Ger wisdom's ever winsome land,
| mark thy smile of keen delight
At the lily, snowy white,
Whose chalice-depths so sweetly tell
Of the virtue thou dost love so well,
Then aloft from the lilied row
Where sweetly purity doth grow.
Leadest thou our souls rapt gaze
Fen to heavens flowery ways,
To the lily, spotless, fair,
Whose own name myself dost wear,
Mary all Immaculate.
Then to thee we consecrate
The lily cleaning pure and white,
And place it in thy crown this night.
Response lin chorus).
All! We'll deck thy corona bright,
With the lily cleaning white,
emblem consecrate
To thy Queen immaculate,
Miss Edna Camomile.
st. Mary's, when at first l heard thy
call,
[ know not to explain its instant thrall,
Swift hied my footsteps, eager to obey,
And once within its precincts fain to
stay,
I came as it were taper all unlit,
Unto thy found of life athrist for it;
And as / kindled meath its quickening |
flame,
New thoughts, new life-views, and new
standards came,
New scales and measures for the things |
that be,
Time and its trappings against eternity. |
And its unending values long to tell
The depths of wisdom in thy lamps |
that dwell!
But thou whilst shining unto other |
eyes, @
In thy own soul dost wear the simple |
guise.
If modesty-of virtues self the sheen,
Virtue of virtues exquisite 1 ween.
Then in thy coronal place this gem,
tit for the queenliest of queens dia-
dem.
Response (chorus).
Iodesty, thy gentle beam,
Well our mother doth, beseem;
Tor high virtues that might daze
Hides she meath thy softening maze.
heavenly fair thy light serene
Ill about our mother queenl
Miss Maude Taylor.
album rosy hued,
sweet with thoughts of childhood
strewed,
With sunlit pictures everywhere
If joyous times now gone fore'er!
Alma mater, through life's bright
morn,
'hy kindly hand hath eer upborne
Iy spirits ofttimes fain to stray,
rom duty's nobler heights away.
Tow the too brief couse is run,
school tasks over; victories won;
md / count the trophies rare,
,ife-gains, gems without compared
yet my hearts desire to safe,
ind / naught like thin own trait,
If loyalty-love's truest test,
AXE this gem as my bequest
Response lin chorus).
.oyalty! All, this shall tell
Who ii is that loveth Well
he years may come and the years may
go,
tut the loyal heart no change shall
know.
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