To grace our festal time, from all
The zones of earth, our guests we call.
Be with us while the New World greets
The Old World, thronging all our streets,
Unveiling all the triumphs won
By art or toil, beneath the sun,
And unto common good ordain
This rivalship of hand and brain.
Thou, who hast here, in Concord, furled
The war-flags of a gathered world,—