by Luis G. Dato
Dear Alma Mater, in whose pleasant hall
Deeply we crank of knowledge, heard the call
From realms of Truth that beckon evermore,
And tarried by the founts of wisdom’s lore;
Your memories like bells at vespers toll
Their golden benediction to the soul,
The thoughts of you in our fond memory cling
Of years when Youth bloomed with the flowers of Spring,
When Earth spread like a green and gorgeous lawn,
And life glowed with the coronals of dawn.
Nobly your stand, majestic and alone
Upon your prowess, by your proud fruits known,
Superior to the strife, the stress of days,
Your golden deed your victory portrays,
Frog ashes and from ruins you again
Arise, your sacrifice has not been vain,
Proudly your sons their opportunity wait,
To guide the helm of the new Ship of State,
With industry and truth emblazoned o’er,
They shell see port against the tempest’s roar.
Steering our courses in our wanderings far,
Upon the light and vision of your star,
We follow knowledge like a shining sun,
Until our course is set, our task is done
Reveling through all trials how your halls
Resounded with glad voices, your dear walls,
Weak-kneed and faint on dusty trails of years,
We shall look on with hope and pride through tears,
Our hearts imbued with the imperative
Of Duty without which ‘twere vain to live.
Onward, dear Alma Mater, to the goal!
We deeply grave your memory in our soul,
Forever we will wander, down the days
As flock that from their shepherd never strays;
Of love of home and God and country sweet,
Dear schoo1 your lesson you shall teach complete,
Filled with your light our toil gives you way to pride,
That ready for the strife we reach your side,
Long will abide the truths you teach so well,
Until laurel crowned we’ll bid farewell.
