Classic Poem

For we are all His offspring, why deny
The hand of love He bade thee to me give?
Why turn from me, who in the spirit cry,
That thou wouldst share thy Father's love and live?
Let not between us rise the mountain chain,
That with its icy cliffs divides the earth;
For we are brothers, let us so remain;
Alike the offspring of a heavenly birth;
Invite me to thy feast, a richer board
Than for thee of the Father I prepare;
Thou wilt not in thy breast his treasure hoard,
But send for those who may thy supper share;
If thou hast tasted that the Lord is good,
Thou wilt not hold from me my daily food.