18923 Hail) Stanford^ Hail! 



President T. C. Chamberlin that I was paying him the greatest 

 possible compliment which I trusted he would properly ap- 

 preciate! An attempt at the same time to secure Charles H. 

 Haskins and Frederick J. Turner from Wisconsin's department 

 of History was unfortunately less successful. 



Smith, who enlivens his professional duties by verse making, Smith as 

 is the author of our University Hymn, for which Mary Roberts poet 

 Smith (now Mrs. Dane Coolidge) wrote the fine original music. 



HAIL, STANFORD, HAIL! 



Where the rolling foothills rise 

 Up toward mountains higher, 

 Where at eve the Coast Range lies 

 In the sunset fire, 

 Flushing deep and paling, 

 Here we raise our voices, hailing 

 Thee, our Alma Mater. 



Chorus 



From the foothills to the bay, 

 It shall ring, 

 As we sing, 



It shall ring and float away; 

 Hail, Stanford, hail! 

 Hail, Stanford, hail! 



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Tender vistas ever new 

 Through the arches meet the eyes, 

 Where the red roofs rim the blue 

 Of the sun-steeped skies 

 Flecked with cloudlets sailing; 

 Here we raise our voices, hailing 

 Thee, our Alma Mater. 



3 



When the moonlight-bathed arcade 

 Stands in evening calms, 



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