MI March

Art thou the moulder of youth

With thirst for knowledge we seek

Thy path immortal gate through which we pass

Through the perilous unguided years

Thou stand for light and truth in loving hearts

Thy name we carve

Thy song we chant

Thy glorious name we praised

And sung enshrined

Hail, Alma Mater!

We hail thee Alma Mater, dear

To you our voices raised

Thy noble purpose we shall heed and uphold

Hail, Alma Mater!

Life’s hard lesson Ye have taught

Thy noble mission we unfold

Thy glorious name

We always shall recall.

Our destination is a place,

Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the Lord.

Friends in high school are forever young.

Unchanged, they're where you always will belong.

The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,

The music of the moment always plays,

The time remains a field of wistful grace

To which you may return from anyplace.

Of course, you may still know them later on

When you are someone else and years have run;

And you may love them dearly, and they are you,

But time must make their friendship something new.

Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart

There is a whole, of which you were a part:

A group of friends, one in love and pain,

In whom your longing comes alive again.

I wish you a lifetime of love

Happiness that never ends

Songs of laughter

Warmth of family and friends.

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