And then athwart the world they ring.
Oh, dainty zephyr sweep the deep
And bid the languid pulses leap;
Oh, sweep the deep with fragrant sighs,
In sweet communion with the skies.
From favored regions far beyond,
We catch a glimmer of thy wand;
Thy magic wand whose happy charm
Shall every foe of love disarm.
So what care we for idle fear,