That, though greed and creed divide us, still humanity is one—
One in all its godlike longing, one in all its hopes and fears,
With its calvaries, scaffolds, hemlocks, and its seas of unshed tears.
Then this star of sorrow swinging through the vast immortal void
Shall, regenerated, slumber while man’s heart is overjoyed,
Thrilled with yearnings altruistic, triumphing o’er clods of clay,
As we march into the love-light of the grand Millennial day.
JOHN BROWN.
BY COATES KINNEY.