Oh! Alma, you illustrious figure, set in bronze,
Your gentle hands poised, outstretched,
Ready to call upon
Those yearning to inscribe their names; etched
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Into the University, its grandeur’d walls echoing with tales of old
Only grown even sweeter with — lingering — time.
Those who walk through, welcomed and told,
“Learn, labor, love here with thee and thine.”
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On a mild day, when you, dear reader, venture to wander,
A warm, blanketing presence that nurtures
Will offer her heart in meetings,
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And leave you with her tender message to ponder;
“To thy happy children of the future,
Those of the past send greetings.”
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