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<p>We are all children of one family<lb/> | |||
'' | We have a common father – sharing all<lb/> | ||
His wise & <del>equal</del> <add>generous</add> cares – & we are bound<lb/> | |||
Thro' the same journey of vicissitudes<lb/> | |||
To the same peaceful – universal home<lb/> | |||
They who have made this family-hall – the earth<lb/> | |||
<unclear>Bring</unclear> with their violent passions – soon shall sleep<lb/> | |||
Voiceless in the same dust; – A few short years</p> | |||
<p>Of seeming unequality – a day<lb/> | |||
Of pride & pomp – and then the scene will change<lb/> | |||
And all be equal! – Who would then assume<lb/> | |||
Those airs of self-complacency – whose glare<lb/> | |||
Is of a moment – soon to be abashed<lb/> | |||
And trampled on by the rude feet of death.<lb/> | |||
He cares not for the <unclear>purple</unclear> – Sceptres – crowns –<lb/> | |||
He loves to play with, – & in mockery looks<lb/> | |||
On the parade of princes! – Laughs to scorn<lb/> | |||
The feats of heroes, – one rude glance of his<lb/> | |||
Can freeze a Blücher's boiling blood; – & turn<lb/> | |||
A Wellington to <add>his original</add> dust – <del>to nothingness</del> –<lb/> | |||
'Twere well if those who strut about the world</p> | |||
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We are all children of one family
We have a common father – sharing all
His wise & equal generous cares – & we are bound
Thro' the same journey of vicissitudes
To the same peaceful – universal home
They who have made this family-hall – the earth
Bring with their violent passions – soon shall sleep
Voiceless in the same dust; – A few short years
Of seeming unequality – a day
Of pride & pomp – and then the scene will change
And all be equal! – Who would then assume
Those airs of self-complacency – whose glare
Is of a moment – soon to be abashed
And trampled on by the rude feet of death.
He cares not for the purple – Sceptres – crowns –
He loves to play with, – & in mockery looks
On the parade of princes! – Laughs to scorn
The feats of heroes, – one rude glance of his
Can freeze a Blücher's boiling blood; – & turn
A Wellington to his original dust – to nothingness –
'Twere well if those who strut about the world
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