A _brother’s_ grave oft leads the soul Up to a _brother’s_ joys; Joys which ne’er yield to time’s controul, Beyond the jewelled skies. _W. J. Brock._ Oh, if the thought be beautiful, if it be wise and kind, To weave the bond of _brotherhood_, the whole wide world to bind; And if to sheathe the murderous sword be called a holy deed, Let all the praise be given to Thee, from whom all such proceed! Hail, manifested Saviour King! _Brother_ of every man! Of the poor negro in his chains, the roving mountain clan; Redeemer of the forest child, and of the fettered slave; Lover of every human soul, in city, waste, or wave. _Emma Tatham._ Give me thy hand, _brother_--give me thy hand, But not as our fathers did, dropping with gore; Dash down the gauntlet, and shiver the brand, But not in the fashion they did so of yore; Throw away war’s array,--come let us prove Which has the heart that is strongest in love. Dost thou come from Columbia, afar o’er the deep, Where the forest its requiem sings in the storm; Where the bison and elk o’er the broad prairie sweep, And the hero of labour has conquered a farm? Ah, then come away, as a _brother_ should come, For our fathers had birth in the same island home. _J. B. Syme._ Oh! never let us lightly fling The barb of woe to wound another; Oh! let us never haste to bring The cup of sorrow to a _brother_. Each has the power to wound, but he Who wounds that he may witness pain, Has learnt no law of charity, Which ne’er inflicts a pang in vain. ’Tis godlike to awaken joy, Or sorrow’s influence to subdue: But not to wound, nor to annoy, Is part of virtue’s lesson too;-- Peace, winged in fairer worlds above, Shall lend her dawn and brighten this, When all man’s labour shall be love, And all his thoughts a _brother’s_ bliss. _J. Bowring._ In all around we see Links of the chain that binds the soul of man Unto his _brother_ man. No human eye Can gaze undazzled where those links begin, Nor trace them to their end. Alone to Faith, With her far eagle-gaze, ’tis given to see That the all-loving heart of Nature’s God, And man’s Redeemer, is the burning clasp That joins in one that all-embracing zone, Round as the circle of eternity. * * * * *