ENGLAND, OCTOBER 5, 1892

We of the New World clasp hands with the Old

In newer fervor and with firmer hold

And nobler fellowship,—

O Master Singer, with the finger-tip

Of Death laid thus on thy melodious lip!

All ages thou has honored with thine art,

And ages yet unborn thou wilt be part

Of all songs pure and true!

Thine now the universal homage due

From Old and New World — ay, and still The New!