(15 U.S.C. ยง 5001)
no more eat the bread of tears
come, feast the horn of plenty
come, drink with us the fountain of youth
we are great and we are many
milk and honey for the young
tears of joy for the wise
fill now your cup to overflow
and burdens lay aside
lions play here gently now
stir no more troubled years
yes, gently now the dove alights
come, wipe away your tears