Show r THE POETASTER SINGS HIS LAY MY lIY COUNTRY My country Is the world I count No son of man my foe ioe i J Whether the warm life currents mount And mantle mantie brows lIk like snow Or red or yellow brown or black The face that Into mine looks back My Mit native land is Mother E Earth And all men men are my kin Whether of rude rude- or birth 1 However steered steeped in sin Or rich or poor or great eat or small I count them brothers one and all My birthplace Is no spot apart I claim no town or state Love hath a a. shine In every heart And men mate To do the right and say the truth Love evermore renews her youth My flag flae I 1st is the star-spangled star sky Woven without a a. seam Where dawn and sunset colors lie lie Fair as an ansel's dream The flag that still unstained Floats over all of mortal born My party part is all kind human-kind My platform brotherhood I count all men of honest of-honest honest mind Who work for human rood good And for the for the ho hope e that gleams tar afar n My comrades In this holy war My heroes are the great and good goodOf Of every age and clime Too often mocked misunderstood And murdered in their time But spite of of ignorance and hate Known and exalted soon or late My country Is the world I scorn No lesser love than mine But calmly wait walt that happy morn When hen all shall own own this sign And love of country as of ot clan Shall yield to world-wide world love of man Robert Whitaker |