text:  Friends feast amain! Behold a joyful meeting is before us; Think of the poet's prophecy; for o'er us A year shall pass and we shall meet again! My vision's covenant shall have fulfilling; A year--and I shall be with ye once more! Oh then what shouts what hand-grasps warm and thrilling! What goblets skyward heaved with merry roar! Unto our Union consecrated be The first we drain--fill higher yet and higher! Bless it O Muse in strains of raptured fire! Bless it! All hail Lyceum! hail to thee!-- To those who led our youth with care and praises Living and dead! the next we grateful fill; Let each as to his lips the cup he raises The good remember and forget the ill