The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star is Brotherhood; For it will bring again to Earth Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth, Will send new light on every face, A kingly power upon the race, And till it comes, we men are slaves, And travel downward to the dust of graves. Come, clear the way then, clear the way: Blind creeds and kings have had their day. Break the dead branches from the path: Our hope is in the aftermath— Our hope is in heroic men, Star-led to build the world again. To this Event the ages ran: Make way for Brotherhood—make way for Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE A NORTHERN SUBURB by JOHN DAVIDSON IN TIME OF GRIEF by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE LONDON SURVEYED AND ILLUSTRATED by JOHANNEM ADAMUS LEFT BEHIND by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 5; AUGUST 12, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GHOST OF ABEL; A RELATION IN THE VISIONS OF JEHOVAH by WILLIAM BLAKE |