Classic Poem

The friend of truth, of right, of man,
His human sympathy o'erran
The common limit, to embrace
Within its bounds the human race.
He felt God's kinship coursing through
His own pure veins, and straightway knew
All men his kin, of every hue.
He knew no schism, sect, or clan,
His love to God was love to man;
His creed, purged clean of human lies,
This: “Mercy, and not sacrifice.”
Ah, bigot! ask no more if he
Were sound in faith; go thou and be
As sound in thy humanity.