::;'oreworJ . I t's not her ricefields, Nor fruit, o Nor cotton, stock, or grain It's not her minerals, Nor wonders , Nor beauty of terrain • Though they make her-" Wollder State"! Though they make her strong and great, They only claim our admiration! The object of our adoration, Is nestled near her heart ... Our Harding! Our school! Molder of lives, A light for our youth, Teaching us, Training us, Founded on truth. Here golden chains of friendship link , Here laughing, crying, School-day mem'ries form , God's word is taught, we deeply drink And learn of love that's pure and warm. Our souls are touched and strengthened. Yes, "Wonder State," Cradled in your arms, You hold a precious havenOur Alma Mater-HARDING! -Jo CO"".!! 100693
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