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In ancient time the God of Wine They crowned with vintage of the vine, And sung his praise with song and glee And all their best of minstrelsy. The Backus whom we honor now Would scorn to wreathe his generous brow With heathen emblems--better he Will love our gratitude to see Expressed in all the happy faces Assembled in these pleasant places. May joy attend his footsteps here And crown him in a brighter sphere.