Behold My Mother And My Brethren Poem by James Grahame

Behold My Mother And My Brethren



Who
is my mother, or my brethren?

He spake, and look'd on them who sat around,
With a meek smile of pity blent with love,
More melting than e'er gleam'd from human face,-
As when a sun-beam, through a summer shower,
Shines mildly on a little hill-side flock;
And with that look of love he said, Behold
My mother and my brethren; for I say,
That whosoe'er shall do the will of God,
He is my brother, sister, mother, all.

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