Classic Poem

The Spirit of the Time-to-be,
Of brotherhood, of manhood free,
Spoke to a prostrate world in tears:
“Be not afflicted. Quell thy fears.
Behold the place where oversea—
Europe a charnel house—they laid
And guarded Him. Be not afraid,
For He is risen. Every son
That sees a deed of service done,
A brother's heart by kindness swayed,
Proclaims His resurrection known
Not on a graved tower of piled stone,
But in the every act that can
Bring near the Brotherhood of Man.”

The Spirit of the Time-to-be,
Of brotherhood, of manhood free,
Spoke to a prostrate world in tears:
“Be not afflicted. Quell thy fears.
Behold the place where oversea—
Europe a charnel house—they laid
And guarded Him. Be not afraid,
For He is risen. Every son
That sees a deed of service done,
A brother's heart by kindness swayed,
Proclaims His resurrection known
Not on a graved tower of piled stone,
But in the every act that can
Bring near the Brotherhood of Man.”