Alma Mater

Our early school-days let us sing,
The early days that fly on lightest wing,
And catch in changing colours gay,
The clear spring sunshine’s morning ray,
To gild the task whose distant goal,
Scarce stirs as yet the struggling soul
That knowledge seeks at thy behest,
Dear Alma Mater, first and best.
 
Thy morning gates are open wide,
And toil and sport the day divide,
Eager we seek, with duty done,
The frolic fields of happy fun,
In mimic contests keen complete,
Careless of victory or defeat;
The sport alone by thee is blest,
Dear Alma Mater, first and best.
 
Sturdy and true the tree shall grow,
Whose roots run broad and deep below,
With fragrant bloom that long shall last,
Like roses stored in summers past,
And taintless fruit which more and more
Gives harvests rich with golden store
New-nourished from thy faithful breast,
Dear Alma Mater, first and best.
 
Back