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Hail to thee, our Alma Mater;

Dear to us thou art;

Sun and moon and stars beloved

Bless thy loving heart.

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Tougaloo, Eagle Queen, we love thee;

Mother Eagle, Stir thy nest;

Rout thine eaglets to the breezes;

They enjoy the test.
 

Hero cannot love his country

More than we love thee;
Though he die upon the altar,

We would die for thee.
 

For thine inspiration, Mother
Though thy sons depart,

For the rainbows end forever

We will bless thy heart.

- Jonathan Henderson Brooks ʼ29