by Jack Kingston ’24
I hear Saint Ignatius High School singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of the gardeners, each one singing theirs as it should be with fortitude and strength.
The freshmen singing theirs as they learn the ropes of their school,
The history teachers singing theirs as they make ready for lessons, or leave off homework,
The Eye writers singing what belongs to them in their work, the words singing on the document,
The cafeteria workers singing as they stand at their posts, the janitors singing theirs as they clean,
The librarian’s song, the office workers on their way to the principal’s office, or with the counselors or at Mr. Franzinger’s office,
The senior singing of graduation, or the young newcomer at the Welsh Academy, or the retiring faculty after long years of service,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The people of Saint Ignatius for what belongs to the alumni—at the end of their successful careers,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
