To Brother's Land

If I love only the ones closest to me,
Let me gather everyone into my heart.

Let God speed my way to meet that man
Who lives so far from me,

And hold my tongue until I know
His stalwart ancestry.

Haste has made us many,
And War has made us less, --

The bravest have gone quickest
To their deaths.

But we who come to strength
In this New Age

Must fashion into courage
All our rage,

To bear the sojourn every heart must make
To brother's land.