In shadows deep of history’s past,
Where whispers of the old do last,
The dawn of light breaks through the night,
A Renaissance, pure and bright.

Minds awakened, hearts reborn,
In fields of gold and dew of morn,
Art and science, hand in hand,
Build a bridge to promised land.

From marble cold to canvas warmed,
In genius hands, new forms are formed,
From darkness, knowledge did appear,
Banishing the age of fear.

So let us sing of this bright day,
When shadows broke and light did stay,
A rebirth of dreams, a vision clear,
The Renaissance, forever dear.