Alma Mater Where stately trees are bending Where nature’s glories shine, And loveliness unending In beauty rare combine, There rise the Kutztown towers, And there the college stands, The wellspring of our powers, The shrine our love commands. And we will ever love her And live to spread her fame; Our lives shall add new lustre Unto her glorious name. As guardians of her new day Our work will ever be To labor so that she may Achieve her destiny. – Clyde Francis Lytle
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