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BLOOD BROTHERHOOD.
One in the common rights of race,
One by the heritage of law,
We both look upward in God's face
And feel a kindred awe.
One in a thousand common ties
Which arm us with an equal power,
We draw the same grand liberties
And from no different dower.
We twain were fashioned in the fire
And dandled on the stormy flood,
Uplifted by one brave desire
In brotherhood of blood.
One by the heritage of law,
We both look upward in God's face
And feel a kindred awe.
One in a thousand common ties
Which arm us with an equal power,
We draw the same grand liberties
And from no different dower.
We twain were fashioned in the fire
And dandled on the stormy flood,
Uplifted by one brave desire
In brotherhood of blood.
One in the love so largely spent
For justice and its broader creed,
We fought for the enfranchisement
Of others in their need.
One in our nobleness of claims
We never wrought for greed alone,
And in the light of lofty aims
For errors did atone.
We brake no bond or alien sod
But to impose a harder band,
And brought the charters of our God
Unto the darkest land.
For justice and its broader creed,
We fought for the enfranchisement
Of others in their need.
One in our nobleness of claims
We never wrought for greed alone,
And in the light of lofty aims
For errors did atone.
We brake no bond or alien sod
But to impose a harder band,
And brought the charters of our God
Unto the darkest land.
One in our proud imperial breath,
One by the service of the sword,
We squander life and laugh at death
And own no earthly lord.
One in our passion for the truth
Whereto through weal and woe we cling,
We daily yet renew our youth
At the same upper spring.
For freedom only do we strike
And seldom need to strike again,
Who suffer of our choice alike
What destinies ordain.
One by the service of the sword,
We squander life and laugh at death
And own no earthly lord.
One in our passion for the truth
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We daily yet renew our youth
At the same upper spring.
For freedom only do we strike
And seldom need to strike again,
Who suffer of our choice alike
What destinies ordain.
One in the glory of intent
Which struggles surely to the light,
We ask for no arbitrament
But the eternal right.
One in the majesty of hope
Which dares whatever mortal can,
And will not heed a lesser scope
Than the whole cosmic plan.
So must we work together still,
Yoke fellows and united friends,
In chivalries of good and ill,
As kin for common ends.
Which struggles surely to the light,
We ask for no arbitrament
But the eternal right.
One in the majesty of hope
Which dares whatever mortal can,
And will not heed a lesser scope
Than the whole cosmic plan.
So must we work together still,
Yoke fellows and united friends,
In chivalries of good and ill,
As kin for common ends.
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