Come, child­ren of to­mor­row, come!
New glo­ry dawns up­on the world;
The war­ring ban­ners must be furled,
The earth be­come our com­mon home.

From plain and field and town there sound
The stir­ring ru­mors of the day;
Old wrongs and bur­dens must make way
For all to tread the com­mon ground.

Divided we have long with­stood
The love that is our com­mon speech.
The com­rade cry of each to each
Is call­ing us to hu­man­hood.