<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=370203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>IRT School Of Nursing Alma Mater Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of School of Nursing, IRT, <br>We students are ready<br>To serve the sick and dying ones: <br>Patients who flock to us. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today we all are poised to sing<br>And dance with joy and fly, <br>Like nightingales upon the tree<br>Of planet earth’s one life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are now trained quite pretty well, <br>Eager to serve the sick; <br>The time has come to toll the bell, <br>And burn life’s candle’s wick! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The years had passed off rather fast; <br>The life we spent was great; <br>We carry memories of past, <br>Ev’rgreen in mind’s, heart’s slate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The campus green with foliage, <br>And birds of every kind; <br>And pea-fowls filled up our life’s page, <br>Snakes, scorpions we find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The classrooms were both warm and cold; <br>Yet, teachers taught us well; <br>Their words were lettered in pure gold; <br>Our future work will tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today, we take our steps outside<br>The campus that we loved; <br>With God and wisdom us beside, <br>We buds are well-flowered! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A noble cause, awaits us all –<br>To care for patients sick; <br>Glad that we heard Florence’s call, <br>We move ahead to prick! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We thank our nursing teachers who<br>Worked hard to change our fate; <br>We thank the doctors who shared too, <br>Their knowledge until date.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We thank our parents who stood by<br>Our problems in our life; <br>We thank the Maker, Almighty, <br>Who helped us face all strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A golden future awaits us! <br>There’s lots of work to do; <br>Life will award rewards and bliss; <br>We bid ‘Adieu’ to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most lovingly dedicated to<br>The Principal, Staff and students of<br>IRT SON, Perundurai<br>By the Dean, Dr.A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D., <br>Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-12-11</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=370203" data-title="IRT School Of Nursing Alma Mater Song de John Celes" data-description="Of School of Nursing, IRT, We students are ready To serve the sick and dying ones: Patients who flock to us. Today we all are poised to sing And dance with joy and fly, Like nightingales upon the tree Of planet earth’s one life. We are now..."></div> </div> </div>

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