THE VOICE OF THE MILLIONS
Bound to one triumph, of one travail born,
Doomed to one death, in one brief life we moil;
The pangs that maim us and the powers that spoil
Are common sorrows heired from worlds outworn.
Alike in weakness, time too long hath torn
Our mother, Patience, and our father, Toil.
Brothers in hatred of the fates that foil,
Say not in vain we murmur and we mourn!
O, by the love that lights our mothers' eyes,
By hearth and home, by common hopes and fears,
By all sad sweetness of the human years,
Partings, and meetings, by our infants' cries—
One are we, through the heart's divine allies,
In long allegiance to eternal tears!