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Arkansas Alma Mater

BY ANDRES FOCIL
Arkansas Alma Mater

Pure as the dawn on the brow of thy beauty, Watches thy Soul from the mountains of God. Over the fates of thy children departed, Far from the land where their footsteps have trod. Beacon of hope in the ways dreary lighted, Pride of our hearts that are loyal and true. From those who adore unto one who adores us, Mother of Mothers, we sing unto you.



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