O world that we have known, 
How thou art changed.
The fickle wind is hushed,
The wild bird flown,
Where flow'rs once shed their color 
Weeds are grown,
How thou art changed.

O world that we have known,
O world that we have lost,

We loved thee well 
with summer at thy breast,
Even when the frost claimed thee 
at length for winter to our cost...

We loved thee well,
O world that we have lost.

O world of our delight,
O lovely world,
Tomorrow waits beyond the bend of night,
and there is naught that time cannot require,
O lovely world,
O world of our delight.