Home where the good are blest,
Home of the soul;
Glorious the race when run,
Glorious the prize when won,
Glorious the goal!”
Then there rose a swell of many young voices singing,—
“Oh, be joyful, be joyful, let every voice sing!
Welcome, brothers, our brother, the son of the king;
His wanderings are past, to his father he’s come;
Little Eric, our darling, we welcome thee home!