Traditions
Alma Mater
Tune: The Lorelei
Brenau, how nobly we see thee,
With honors richly crowned;
In all this fair, fair Southland
Thy equal is not found.
Oh, happy the day that we sought Thee
by Chattahoochee’s side
Where spring gives its first kiss to nature,
and summer long doth ‘bide.
Oh happy the spot o’erflowing
With wisdom and with song;
Clear flow thy rippling waters
The hills of Hall among.
To all the world thy blessing,
Brenau, thou sendeth forth;
Thy gentle, loving daughters
To Southland and to North.
Near to my heart thou standest,
How couldst thou closer be;
As love’s first dream so sweetly
Sounds thy dear name to me.
And when my path grows thorny,
And worldly pleasures fail,
My heart will turn with longing
Back o’er this peaceful vale.
The Brenau Ideal
-H. J. Pearce
Seniors, We Honor Thee
Seniors, we honor thee,
A tribute to our Alma Mater.
You are as gold refined,
So keep in mind your Alma Mater.
Brenau gives you her name.