Alma Mater

Thy halls will lie so soon behind us;
Our pathway beckons long and wide;
No more thy patient hand may find us,
Our stumbling steps aright to guide.
Let love of thee ever bind us,
Devotion praise thee to the sky.
‘Til time be done, let Edison
Be ours, oh Dear Old High.

Thy precepts in our hearts we’ll treasure,
As from thy friendly walls we wend;
And in our lives in fullest measure,
Thy noble spirit we will blend.
These years we spent to thy pleasure,
Are twined in mem’ry’s golden tie;
To bind us one each loyal one,
To thee, oh Dear Old High.

by Robert Wayne Clark,
First Principal of Edison High School