Come from thy roamings the universe over.

Whether thou journey’st far

On by the morning star,

Dream’st on the shadowy brows of the moon,

Or linger’st in fairyland,

’Mid lovely elves to stand,

Singing thy carols unearthly and boon;—

Here thou art called upon,

Come thou to Caledon!

Come to the land of the ardent and free!