ASHES TO ASHES.
"Master,—"
"Do not call me master;
For, I tell thee, I am none;
Dark-browed freeman, there 's no master
In this land of ours, but One."
"Friend,—"
"Still better—call me brother!
We are dying, side by side;
For one cause, beneath one banner,
Mingling here life's ebbing tide.
Say it after me—'Our Father!'—
Now, then, are we not allied?"
"Still better—call me brother!
We are dying, side by side;
For one cause, beneath one banner,
Mingling here life's ebbing tide.
Say it after me—'Our Father!'—
Now, then, are we not allied?"
"Brother,—"
Aye! thou needst not falter;
Speak it boldly!—say it loud!—
Look! the Land's torn breast is bleeding,
Aye! thou needst not falter;
Speak it boldly!—say it loud!—
Look! the Land's torn breast is bleeding,
