Classic Poem

My country is the world;
My flag with stars impearled
—Fills all the skies.
All the round earth I claim,
Peoples of every name;
And all inspiring fame
—My heart would prize.

Mine are all lands and seas,
All flowers, shrubs and trees,
—All life's design;
My heart within me thrills
For all uplifted hills,
And for all streams and rills;
—The world is mine.

All men are of my kin,
Since every man has been
—Blood of my blood;
I glory in the grace
And strength of every race
And joy in every trace
—Of brotherhood.

The days of pack and clan
Shall yield to love of man,
—War flags be furled;
We shall be done with hate,
And strife of state with state,
When man with man shall mate
—O'er all the world.

My country is the world;
My flag with stars impearled
Fills all the skies.
All the round earth I claim,
Peoples of every name;
And all inspiring fame
My heart would prize.

Mine are all lands and seas,
All flowers, shrubs and trees,
All life's design;
My heart within me thrills
For all uplifted hills,
And for all streams and rills;
The world is mine.

All men are of my kin,
Since every man has been
Blood of my blood;
I glory in the grace
And strength of every race
And joy in every trace
Of brotherhood.

The days of pack and clan
Shall yield to love of man,
War flags be furled;
We shall be done with hate,
And strife of state with state,
When man with man shall mate
O'er all the world.