BROTHERHOOD

MARGARET C. LOWNDS

There was a time when, in my selfish pride,
I watched the world go by. I stood aside,
And shared not in its joy; its grief
I cared not for, nor brought relief.
Mine own were safe. Why should I care
For strangers, or their sorrows share?

How poor I was! Those days are gone,
And I today one Father own,—
One loving Father over all the race;
And in its meanest, poorest wanderer trace
Some likeness to the good that in each one
Points upward. Dear Lord, today I own
No Jew nor Gentile, neither bond nor free;
But members each of each, and all in Thee!

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