Chapter 1

_Chorus_

Songs of morning, with your breath Sing the darkness now to death; Radiant river, beaming bay, Fair as Summer, shine to-day; Flying torrent, falling slope, Wear the face as bright as Hope; Wind and woodland, hill and sea, Lift your voices--sing for glee! Greet the guests your fame has won-- Put your brightest garments on.

_Recitative and Chorus_

Lo, they come--the lords unknown, Sons of Peace, from every zone! See above our waves unfurled All the flags of all the world! North and south and west and east Gather in to grace our feast. Shining nations! let them see How like England we can be. Mighty nations! let them view Sons of generous sires in you.

_Solo--Tenor_

By the days that sound afar, Sound, and shine like star by star; By the grand old years aflame With the fires of England's fame-- Heirs of those who fought for right When the world's wronged face was white-- Meet these guests your fortune sends, As your fathers met their friends; Let the beauty of your race Glow like morning in your face.