And the life of brotherhood nobly wrought
Unto the spirit that rends the gyves
And shatters the bonds that make men slaves;
The spirit that suffers and sinks and strives.
Till it strengthens hope, till it lifts and saves.

Thou art no new thing; thou hast waved from of old.
Thou hast seen the day be born from the night;
And hast streamed for truth where the truth was bold
As time fled on to the future's light.
Beyond all the seas, on many a shore,
Thou hast buttressed the heart and stiffened the hand
To struggle for fellowship o're and o're,
From the youth to the age of the eldest land.

Thou hast called to battle! Yea, thou hast led
Where men have followed, forgetting fears
And hast solaced the dying and graced the dead,
Stained with blood and with dust and tears
--Blood, a full tribute paid for peace;
Tears shed free o're humanity's wrongs,
With faith in thy cause, that could never cease,
Met tyranny's swords, and fell, singing thy songs.

As thou art loved, thou art loathed, full well;
Loathed and cursed by the lords of power.
Ever they name thee the flag of hell,
And rage in the fear of thy triumph hour.
But their grasp grows week on the wills of men;
Their armies falter; their guns are rust;