. The Muse. Till: .SCHOOL Sail, *t. jlarpS In a grove of stately oak trees, Where the sunlight St. Marys true and noble, Neath tlic Southern skies. Far and wide, ill sound her praises,( horns full and free. Hail. St. Marys, Alma Mater,Hail, all hail to thee! Well we love the little chapel, Ever hold it dear;Hear the echoes of the music, Rising soft and clear, Far and wide. etc. There the ivy and iho roses Climb the old stone wall,There the sweet, enticing bird notes Sound their magic and wide, etc. And the bonds of friendship strengthen As her beam ies charm,We draw close
. The Muse. Till: .SCHOOL Sail, *t. jlarpS In a grove of stately oak trees, Where the sunlight St. Marys true and noble, Neath tlic Southern skies. Far and wide, ill sound her praises,( horns full and free. Hail. St. Marys, Alma Mater,Hail, all hail to thee! Well we love the little chapel, Ever hold it dear;Hear the echoes of the music, Rising soft and clear, Far and wide. etc. There the ivy and iho roses Climb the old stone wall,There the sweet, enticing bird notes Sound their magic and wide, etc. And the bonds of friendship strengthen As her beam ies charm,We draw close to Alma Mater, Trust her guiding and wide, etc. Adapted from Margaret Mason Young, 1S99. Twenty-one -*-—
Size: 1814px × 1378px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthorsaintmar, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1920, bookyear1922
