Neath oaks that so long have stood watching,
Oh halls of our college, ye stand;
Afar on the distant horizon,
The Smokies rise, lofty and grand.
With beauties of nature surrounded,
Two centuries’ memories thine;
And so, oh our college, we love thee,
Close ’round thee our heartstrings entwine.
Oh days in the old Alma Mater
Spent in classrooms, on campus, or track;
Each one full of tasks and of pleasure,
Once gone, they can never come back.
Then sing while the days are still passing,
With voices exultant and free;
Fair Tusculum our college forever!
All hail, Alma Mater, to thee!
- Charles Oliver Gray, Jr. ’17, Hon. ’28