O joy of Man, arise! Behold Time brings
Deliverance for thee, and thoughts’ swift wings
Are dyed afresh in iris hues of Hope
Who paints for thee, by her creative scope,
New heaven in earth renewed before thy sight,
With golden fields unreaped and fresh delight
Of flower, and fruit of no forbidden tree,
Where Life is Love, and blooms sweet Liberty.
O Bride of Light! Like Aphrodite rise
From rosy waves of morn that crystallize