Come, comrades, from the East, the West! Come, bridge the chasm. It is best. Come, warm hearts of the sunny South, And clasp hands with the mighty North. Rise Afric’s sons and chant with joy, Good will to all without alloy; The night of grief has passed away⁠— On Orient gleams a brighter day.

Say, ye that wore the blue, how sweet That thus in sympathy we meet, Our brothers who the gray did love And martyrs to their cause did prove. Say, once for all and once again, That blood no more shall flow in vain; Say Peace shall brood o’er this fair land And hearts, for aye, be joined with hand.