Alma Mater
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RED TURRETS
(Alma Mater)
O, Alma Mater, set upon the green hills,
With turrets pointing upward to the sky,
We yield to thee our love and our devotion;
Mother of hopes and aspirations high.
Thy feet are bathed by clear and crystal waters,
Fair river flowing gently to the sea;
Thy hills are crowned with ancient oak and laurel
Fit emblems they of strength and victory.
Thy walls can tell of struggles and temptations,
Hard honest toil, and eager restless strife;
Hopes, smiles and tears, and radiant youthful friendships,
And all that makes for brave and earnest life.
Dear mother, ours, should effort be successful,
Ambitions crowned with glory or renown,
We turn to thee with reverence and affection,
Thine is the conquest, thine the victor’s crown.
Thy spirit urges us to deeds of valor,
Raising the fallen, cheering the oppressed,
Thy call will echo clearly down the ages,
Dear Alma Mater, mother, loved and blessed.
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