Are we not all of race divine, Alike of an immortal line? Shall man to man afford derision But for some casual division? To malice and to mischief prone, From climate, canton, and from zone, Parties and distinctions make For parties' and distinction's sake? Souls sprung from an ethereal flame, However clad, are still the same; Nor should we judge the heart or head By air we breathe, or earth we tread. Give prejudices to the wind, And let's be patriots of mankind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST |