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