Where the Lehigh's rocky rapids rush out from the West,
Mid a grove of spreading chestnuts, walls in ivy dressed.
On the breast of old South Mountain, reared against the sky,
Stands our noble Alma Mater, stands our dear Lehigh.
Like a watchman on the mountain, stands she grandly bold,
Earth's and Heaven's secret seeking, hoarding them like gold.
All she wrests from Nature's storehouse,
naught escapes her eye,
Gives she gladly to her dear ones, while we bless Lehigh.
We will ever live to love her, live to praise her name,
Live to make our lives add luster, to her glorious fame.
Let the glad notes wake the echo, joyfully we cry:
Hail to thee, our Alma Mater; Hail, all hail, Lehigh.
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