Wesleyan College - Veterropt Yearbook (Macon, GA)

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3QHar ongS 2llma iWater Hail, pioneer, the fir t to blaxe the trail That learning ' s door to women opened wide! Where ' er they be. thy daughters hear thy call. And hasten, loyal ever, to thy side. Of what thou wrrt. thy children proudly boast; Of what thou didst, when no one else would dare; Yet, not in laurels past we glory most. But what thou art. and shalt be, is our care. Wo love thy atmosphere of kindliness; We love thy piety and simple faith ; We love thy name of oldest and the best.- We love thy ideals, Alma Mater 1 (HU f sir ran, iflr TOUtslrpan I sing thy praises o ' er and o’er, Wesleyan, my Wesleyan. Each day I love thee more and more, Wesleyan, my Wesleyan, Thy very classroom’s dear to me. I love thy splendid Faculty, And all that doth pertain to thee. Wesleyan, my Wesleyan. Some other schools boast wealth and name, Wesleyan, my Wesleyan, But you e’er claim the noblest fame. Wesleyan, my Wesleyan, For many years you’ve stood the test. Any many generations blessed. The grandest, oldest, and the best 1 Wesleyan, my Wesleyan. No other school was e’er so fair, Wesleyan, my Wesleyan, Not one with thee can e’er compare. Wesleyan, my Wesleyan, Thy grand old record stands supreme. And looking forward as I dream. Thy future still more bright doth seem. Wesleyan, my Wesleyan. And when at last I leave thy door. Wesleyan, my Wesleyan. Tho’ I should see thee nevermore, Wesleyan, my Wesleyan, Yet I will still be true to thee. However far my path shall be. Thy memory will be sweet to me. Wesleyan, my Wesleyan.