And sweet dreams of splendor bring as we listen and they sing!
Walls of rock and bars of steel we can neither see nor feel;
We forget our dire disgrace; disregard both time and place;
Bid all angry passion sleep and profoundest silence keep!
Hoard the trembling notes that fall like an angel mother's call;
Rise above our low estate and forget the wrongs of fate!
We forgive our mortal foes, source of all our many woes,
And penance itself loses half its sting, as we listen and they sing!
May the God of love and truth give them all the joys of youth;
May the raptures they impart ever thrill each noble heart;