All hail, Alma Mater, new born of the West
Where the mighty Columbia flows,
Thou fortunate heir of the pioneers' quest,
All hail to the griffin and rose.
Thou wilt cherish thine own through woe and through weal,
Thou wilt throw on the pathway a light,
Never dimming the truth thru a partisan's zeal,
Never doubting the triumph of right.
Thru the joy and the stress of the years by thy side,
Thou wilt watch, thou wilt wait, thou wilt pray,
But thy dear mother heart in the faith will abide
That thy children will bless thee alway;
For we love thee, we love thee, we love only thee,
With a love that none other hath known,
And we'll strive for thy honor undaunted and free,
Till our striving hath made thee our own.
When our steps have o'ertaken the beckoning years
Tho we've wandered afar from thy halls,
Returning we'll share all thy hopes and thy fears
And give heed to thy summoning calls.
In the strength of maturity then we shall bring
Grateful hearts and forget not thy meed.
Worthy tribute we'll lay at thy feet as we sing
To thee, Alma Mater, Fair Reed!
Ex-president Wm. T. Foster