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184.

S. M.

Johns.

Human Brotherhood.

Hush the loud cannon’s roar,

The frantic warrior’s call!

Why should the earth be drenched with gore?

Are we not brothers all?

Want, from the wretch depart!

Chains, from the captive fall!

Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart,—

Sufferers are brothers all.

Churches and sects, strike down

Each mean partition-wall!

Let love each harsher feeling drown,—

Christians are brothers all.

Let love and truth alone

Hold human hearts in thrall,

That heaven its work at length may own,

And men be brothers all.

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