The Marywood College Bay Leaf
VOL. I May, 1919 No. 1
Dear Mother! Should not the best we have be thine?
Should not each act, each thought, each written line
That’s born of us, be motivated to thy praise,
And prove that thou art model of our ways?
That thou hast won our love—dost hold secure
Our hearts, and thus our peace and joy insure?
Then come we, Mother, with our loving mite,
To win the smile that is the child’s sweet right,
When quick it runs with new-found childish treasure
And shares with mother every tiny pleasure.
Thus we our Bay Leaf bring in happy glee
And dedicate each page, each word, to thee.
Through all the years to come, may each fresh leaf
Be bright with hope—undimmed by grief;
May golden threads of love bind all in one
To make a wreath, surpassed in worth by none,
With which, in some triumphal dreamed-of scene
We’ll crown thee, Mother, our all-gracious Queen!