BROTHERHOOD OF MAN.
We are the children of one God.—This truth I’ll not deny.Butyoustand clad in fine array,Have houses grand, whileIMust toil in grime from morn till night,And oft am hungry, cold,My loved ones living in a hut,All for the want of gold.Youknow not what it is to work;Yourmeasure is complete;Aye running over; pressed hard down;While I toil on in heat,In cold, in wind, in rain, and snow,With aching back and feet;With pittance small, and that begrudged.—You scorn me when we meet.You prate of “Brotherhood of Man,”But will you hold the plough?Or till the soil, or plant the grain,Or stack the hay in mow?I see you smile mybrother(?) man;Youare of higher birth.Youfix your eyes upon the stars,Whileminebelong to earth.Yourchildren must to college go,Butminemust learn to work,Must learn to wait onyouandyours,And never duty shirk.Yet, brothers we, in very sooth,Are children of one God;And though you claim a higher birth,We’re leveled ’neath the sod.
We are the children of one God.—This truth I’ll not deny.Butyoustand clad in fine array,Have houses grand, whileIMust toil in grime from morn till night,And oft am hungry, cold,My loved ones living in a hut,All for the want of gold.Youknow not what it is to work;Yourmeasure is complete;Aye running over; pressed hard down;While I toil on in heat,In cold, in wind, in rain, and snow,With aching back and feet;With pittance small, and that begrudged.—You scorn me when we meet.You prate of “Brotherhood of Man,”But will you hold the plough?Or till the soil, or plant the grain,Or stack the hay in mow?I see you smile mybrother(?) man;Youare of higher birth.Youfix your eyes upon the stars,Whileminebelong to earth.Yourchildren must to college go,Butminemust learn to work,Must learn to wait onyouandyours,And never duty shirk.Yet, brothers we, in very sooth,Are children of one God;And though you claim a higher birth,We’re leveled ’neath the sod.