Greet ye the youngest sister.
It has yet no name.
Let us then give it the sweetest of names as befits its beauty.
New Eve, Land of Dream, Continent of New Hope
Craved and Vouchsafed.
The Mayor (ascends the rostrum):
We have rendered our thanks to the poet. It was most fitting that the Continent of New Hope should first be greeted by a poet. And now sing in chorus the hymn of celebration.
Chorus:
Exult, O song of gladsome aim,
Now earth a joy divine can claim,
A boundlessly entrancing prize:
Woe is ended, grief is ended,
A new star from the sea ascended.
Bliss, endless bliss, shall unto it arise.
The Land of Hope shall be its name;
It shall have greetings, goodly fame;
Old yearnings in a new-wrought guise,
There is new faith, new happiness.
All shall the new-found shrine possess.
Bliss, endless bliss, shall unto it arise.
The Mayor:
Three cheers for it!
