S. M. Johns. Human Brotherhood. |
1 Hush the loud cannon's roar, The frantic warrior's call! Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all? 2 Want, from the wretch depart! Chains, from the captive fall! Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor's heart, -- Sufferers are brothers all. 3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition-wall! Let love each harsher feeling drown, -- Christians are brothers all. 4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all.
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