,, A long the rippling Susquehanna, The shadow of our high school falls; And mellow, tningled tints of sunset · Illutnine now our classic halls; 117hile students gather 'round thine altars, True loyalty to thee confess, And sing with happy hearts and voices In praise of J7. C. S.
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