A rendezvous with my friends of liberty

Comrades, our city of the sun! A quest unfound, a joy unwon; Ay, here in England shall it rise Beneath her grey and solemn skies. Far in her golden past, or far Ahead where her Utopias are, For hearts that feel and souls that find Their inner life within the mind, The inner life yet scarce begun, Here stands our city of the sun!