Are those chance words, that sow like birds
The flowering seeds of happier lands!
Magic words! what are they?
Things the simplest tongue may say!
Magic words! magic words!
O let them live on ev’ry lip,
A source of bliss, of holiest kiss,
And bond of fairest fellowship.
And evermore at this blest time,
Tho’ winter’s snows o’erspread the scene,