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ANTA 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 we'll turn.

This the Mission Bells are tellling As exultingly they ring, "Santa Clara," "Santa Clara," "Alma Mater," sweet they sing, Where the Palm and Olive mingling Proudly raise their heads on high, In the earliest fane of Science Built beneath our Western sky.

Red and White our peerless colors— Red, of manly blood the sign; White, Integrity's fair banner Streaming foremost in our line. As we leave the Palm and Olive To excel in Honor's strife, Back we'll bear it e'er unsullied From the bivouac of life.