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50 "We love to see the bonds of fellowship
 * Made still more sacred by a fine tradition;

We bless this bowl that moves from lip to lip
 * In love's festoons, renewed by every mission.

"Intern the vessel from profaning eyes;
 * The lip that kisses should have special merit;

Thus every sanguine draught shall Symbolize
 * And consecrate the true Papyrian spirit.

"For brotherhood, not wine, this cup should pass;
 * Its depths should ne'er reflect the eye of malice;

Drink toasts to strangers with the social glass,
 * But drink to brothers with this loving chalice.

"And now, Papyrus, each one pledge to each:
 * And let this formal tie be warmly cherished.

No words are needed for a kindly speech—
 * The loving thought will live when words have perished."