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Song Of Fellowship.

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In ev'ry 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.     Thus heart and heart through life     With mutual love are fill'd;     And by no causeless strife     Our union e'er is chill'd.     Our hopes a God has crown'd     With life-discernment free,     And all we view around,     Renews our ecstasy.     Ne'er by caprice oppress'd,     Our bliss is ne'er destroy'd;     More freely throbs our breast,     By fancies ne'er alloy'd.     Where'er our foot we set,     The more life's path extends,     And brighter, brighter yet     Our gaze on high ascends.     We know no grief or pain,     Though all things fall and rise;     Long may we thus remain!     Eternal be our ties!

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