Treasure Island

Edwin Markham

(23 April 1852 - 7 March 1940 / Oregon City, Oregon)

Brotherhood


The crest and crowning of all good,
Life's final star, is brotherhood;
For it will bring again to Earth
Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth;
Will send new light on every face,
A kingly power upon the race.
And till it come, we men are slaves,
And travel downward to the dust of graves.
Come, clear the way, then, clear the way;
Blind creeds and kings have had their day;
Break the dead branches from the path;
Our Hope is in the aftermath-
Our hope is in heroic men
Star-led to build the world again.
Make way for brotherhood- make way for Man!

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, May 28, 2013

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