Alma Mater


Circled round by kingly mountains,

Breathed upon by healing balm.

Mirrored in the glowing sunshine,

Blessed by great soul-stirring calm.

Stands our own dear Alma Mater,

Crowned with honor, crowned with love.

Crowned by Town of Webb sons loyal,

True to her all else above.

When the twilight shadows gather,

And the day is well nigh done.

Still the balm of pine trees hover,

To wing back our laurels won.

Then our fancies homeward turning,

Make our longing memories fly.

To life in dear old High School,

And the friends of days gone by.

(Words: Mary Silver Hemmer)
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