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90 When we, in love's young morn, In the glad dance upstood; And perfect bliss I know Ere the year's course is run, For to the font we go With grandson and with son!

 SONG OF FELLOWSHIP.

every hour of joy That love and wine prolong, The moments we'll employ To carol forth this song! We're gathered in His name, Whose power hath brought us here. He kindled first our flame, He bids it burn more clear.

Then gladly glow to-night, And let our hearts combine! Up! quaff with fresh delight This glass of sparkling wine! Up! hail the joyous hour. And let your kiss be true; With each new bond of power The old becomes the new!

Who in our circle lives, And is not happy there? True liberty it gives, And brother's love so fair. 