For other versions of this work, see Alma Mater (Riordan).
Santa Clara, Alma Mater,
Lo! our hearts are pledged to thee
El Dorado's first born daughter
Who beside the Western sea,
Where the palm and olive mingle,
Bade the torch of science burn,
When our footsteps bear us from thee
Back to thee our hearts will turn.
CHORUS
This the Mission Bells are telling
As exultingly they ring,
"Santa Clara, Santa Clara,"
"Alma Mater," sweet they sing.
Where the palm and olive mingle
Proudly raise their heads on high
in the earliest fane of science
Built beneath our Western sky.
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