text:  With a jest thou leapedst From the Lyceum's threshold to thy bark Thenceforth thy path aye on the main thou keepedst O child beloved of wave and tempest dark! Well hast thou kept 'neath many a stranger sky The loves the hopes of Childhood's golden hour: And old Lyceum scenes by memory's power 'Mid lonely waves have ris'n before thine eye; Thou wav'dst thy hand to us from distant ocean Ever thy faithful heart its treasure bore; "A long farewell!" thou criedst with fond emotion "Unless our fate hath doom'd we meet no more