OUR ALMA MATER.
Dear Alma Mater! beloved thro’ all the west!
Thou who hast taught our infant feet the way
Of light and truth! thou who hast been our stay
And prop thro’ all our weakness! thou whose zest
In strength’ning us would never let thee rest,
E’en in thy trials as in prosperity!
’Tis ours to-day in thy adversity
To aid thee, speed thee thro’ this fiery test.
And as thou, like the Phœnix, bird of old,
Comest from forth thy ruined home, for aye
In broader fields to live and grow, from west
To east the lengthened shout is roll’d,
“’Tis ours, by thee made strong, to strengthen thee,
To us, of all the world the dearest, best!”