In Carcer two long moons each other cheered?
In Carcer even clinked glasses,--cared for none?
Speak, Ancient House! oh! think'st thou yet thereon!
I think thereon! oh! ne'er shall I forget it!
The good, the dear, the ancient Burschentide!
Oh! that 'tis gone! that heaven each brief term set it!
East, west, the brothers scattered on each side!
And villany! since then I oft have met it!
Yes, life disgusts me--all so cold and wide!
Courage, Old House! sing "Gaudeamus" on!