Yet shall not we, thou mighty THOUGHT,
Despair thy triumph yet to see,

Or doubt the good that shall be wrought
In thy great name, FRATERNITY.

II.

By prophets told, by psalmists sung,
Preached on the Mount by lips sublime,
The theme of every sage's tongue
For twice a thousand years of time;
What happy progress hast thou made?
What bliss to man has flowed from thee?
What war and bloodshed hast thou stayed?
What peace affirmed, FRATERNITY?

III.

Alas! the years have failed to teach
The obvious lesson to mankind,
A myriad preachers failed to preach
Conviction to the deaf and blind.
Still do we rush to furious War,
Still to the slayer bend the knee,
And still, most Christian as we are,
Forget thy name, FRATERNITY.

IV.

And shall we, crammed with mutual hates,

Despise our neighbour for a flaw?

And sneer, because he promulgates,

Before he understands, thy law?

No! let us hail the word of might,
Breathed by a nation of the free;—
Thy recognition is a light-

Thy name a faith, FRATERNITY.

V.

The preacher may belie his creed,
But still the truth preserves its flame:
The sage may do a foolish deed,

Yet wisdom shares not in the shame.
Be scorning hushed-be cavil dumb-
Whatever ills the world may see,
We'll look for blessings yet to come
In thy great name, FRATERNITY.

HENRY VIZETELLY, PRINTER AND ENGRAVER, GOUGH SQUARE, FLEET STREET.