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    HAIL, STANFORD HAIL!


    Where the rolling foothills rise
    Up t'wards mountains higher,
    Where at eve the Coast Range lies,
    In the sunset fire,
    Flushing deep and paling;
    Here we raise our voices hailing
    Thee, our Alma Mater.

    REFRAIN:
    From the foothills to the bay,
    It shall ring,
    As we sing,;
    It shall ring and float away;
    Hail, Stanford, Hail!
    Hail, Stanford, Hail!

    Tender vistas ever new
    Thru'the arches meet the eyes,
    Where the red roofs rim the blue
    Of the sun-steeped skies,
    Fleck'd with cloudlets sailing,
    Here we raise our voices hailing
    Thee, our Alma Mater.

    REFRAIN:

    When the moonlight-bathed arcade
    Stands in evening calms,
    When the light wind half afraid
    Whispers in the palms,
    Far off swelling failing,
    Student voices glad are hailing
    Thee, our Alma Mater.

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