Classic Poem

BEHOLD MY MOTHER, AND MY BRETHREN !

" Who is my mother, or my brethren?" —
He spake, and looked on them who sat around,
With a meek smile of pity blent with love,
More melting than e'er gleam'd from human face,
As when a sun-beam, through a summer shower,
Shines mildly on a little hill-side flock;
And with that look of love he said, " Behold
My mother, and my brethren: for I say,
That whosoe'er shall do the will of God,
He is my brother, sister, mother, all."