Old Boys’ Song
Sing we a song of our first Alma Mater,
Home of our tenderest triumphs and fears;
Little the earth has to offer hereafter
Can equal the hopes of those earliest years.
CHORUS:
So let us join in a jubilant chorus,
School days and college alike, let us sing;
Praise the high summer that lies rich before us,
Fuller in fruit from the sowing of spring.
Happy the hours when the world lay before us,
Budding and bright in the spring of the year;
Only the shadows of April passed o’er us,
Leaving each vista more vividly clear.
(Chorus)
Strong suns of noonday our hearts may embolden,
Gladden and cheer as we wend on our ways;
Yet through the mists of the morning all golden
Still shall we see our St. Bernard’s young days.
(Chorus)
