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M.H.S. is always in our hearts, Shining as a beacon beams,
Filling us with joy and full of pride, Its radiance reflected gleams.
Beauty, honor, and truth are thine, Strength to all thou dost impart.
From thy teachings we'll ne'er wander, When we are from thee apart.
In times of silence, thoughts to thee run. Our fondest mem'ries
of thee are spun. Great in thy concept, noble by test.
Hail ! Alma Mater, dearest and best. |
