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O Hutto Middle, Dear Hutto Middle
Again we come to thee:
Our pains and sorrows we forget
When’er thy face we see.
O happy harbor, blessed place
O sweet and pleasant soil,
In thee we hope, in thee we trust,
For thee we pray and toil.
Thy sons and daughters love thy halls,
Aglow with truth and light,
And every heart beats true to thee,
In whom there is no night,
O Alma Mater fair and dear,
We proudly hail thy name,
Which far and near is known and loved,
And crowned with growing fame.
Thy campus flowers, and shady walks,
Bring thoughts of Marion Green
Before thy trails in Whittier’s Vale
Which God from us did screen.
And now we stand on credited heights
Content with God’s decree
For all he does is right and good,
And makes for liberty. |