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3. Once More We Meet To Clasp.


Opening Ode, No. 3.

Once more we meet to clasp
In friendships hallowed grasp
The hands of men!
Oh, may our cause sublime
Throughout the length of time
In this, our native clime,
Forever stand.

Patrons! stand by your cause,
Obeying Honor's Laws;
Move hand in hand.
No rich Monop'lies great
Nor foreign Syndicate,
Shall guide the Ship of State
In this fair land.

Brave Sons, and daughters fair,
By Truth and Virtue heir
To Honor's name;
Stand by your colors, pure,
And may your strength endure;
Reward, though slow, is sure,
In this high game.