Classic Poem

Where 'S the man, in all the earth —
Man of want or man of worth —
Who shall now to rank or birth
Knee of homage bend?
Though he war with chance or fate,
If his heart be free of hate,
If his soul with love be great,
He shall be our friend.

Where 's the man, of wealth or wage,
Dare be traitor to his age,
To the people's heritage
Won by war and woe, —
Counting but as private good
All the gain of brotherhood
By the base so long withstood?
He shall be our foe.

Where 's the man that does not feel
Freedom as the common weal,
Duty's sword the only steel
Can the battle end?
Comrades, chant in unison
Creed the noblest 'neath the sun:
" One for all and all for one, "
Till each foe be friend.