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1 - Ivan Allen, Jr. Digital Collection - Georgia Institute of Technology

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To JoyIoyful, radiant, queenly wonder,Daughter <strong>of</strong> Elysium!Souls aflame with heaven's ardorSeek we now Thy holy home!Let thy magic bring togetherAll whom earthly laws divide;All mankind shall be as brothersAll in joy and love abide.He that's had that best good fortune,To his friend a friend to be,He that's won a noble woman,Lei him join our Jubilee!Ay, and who a single otherSoul on earth can call his own;But if ne'er should one achieve itWeeping must he dwell alone.Joy doth every livi ng creatureDraw from Nature's ample breast,All the good and all the evilFo llow from that joyful quest.Kisses doth she give, and vintage,Friends who firm in death have stood,Joy <strong>of</strong> life the worms are given,And the Angels dwell with Cod!Free as blazing planets flyingThrough the boundless arcs <strong>of</strong> space,Haste ye, brothers, on your ways,Joyous as a knight victorious.All embracing, all sustainingMan will love his fellow man!Brother! Far o'er heaven's span,Sure a loving Father's reigning.Kneel in wonder, Lift your faces,Call on your creator, man.Seek beyond the starry span.Timeless dwells our God and spaceless.Lilt Every Voice and SingLift every voice and sing,Till earth and heaven ring,Ring with the harmonies <strong>of</strong> Liberty;Let our rejoicing riseHigh as the list'ning skies,Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.Sing a song full <strong>of</strong> the faith that the dark past has taught usSing a song full <strong>of</strong> the hope that the present has brought us;Facing the rising sunOf our new day begun,Let us march on till victory is won.Stony the road we trod,Bitter the chast'ning rod,Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;Yet with a steady beat.Have not our weary feetCome to the place for which our fathers sighed?We have come over a way that with tears has been wateredWe have come, treading our path thro' the blood <strong>of</strong> the slaughtered,Out from the gloomy past,Till now we stand at lastWhere the white gleam <strong>of</strong> our bright star is cast.God <strong>of</strong> our weary years,God <strong>of</strong> our silent tears,Thou who hast brought us thus fa r on the way;Thou who hast by Thy might,Led us into the light,Keep us forever in the path, we pray.Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,Lest our hea rts, drunk with the wine <strong>of</strong> the world, we forget Thee.Shadowed beneath Thy hand,May we forever stand,True to our God. True to our Native land.

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