As the strong, sweet light of the morning,
As the strong, sweet air of the sea,
As the strong, sweet music of the air among the leaves,
Comes the voice of our goodwill to a weary world that grieves,
Crying, Be glad! Be free!

Youth is shining within us like the morning,
Power is rising within us like the sea,
Love is coming like the mighty wind that sweeps disease away—
Love that shall be in the future—love that is, that is to-day,
Brothers! Be glad! Be free!