Breath of the
moorland, and salt of the sea
Sunshine's caresses and wind wild and free
Encompass our schooldays is bright purity
Bestowing all beauty
Borne by the strength that upholdeth the hills,
Gladly uniting our separate wills,
Lor, let us labour as knowledge instills,
Growing in wisdom
Grant us to know where our
destinies are;
And under the quiet of listening star,
Or quick to the measure of music afar
Joyful to serve Thee.
Wise, strong and tender, to
life let us bring
Womanhood's heritage,Thy offering,
Leaving hereafter, the dim, unknown thing
Safe in thy keeping.
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