All men, black, brown, red, yellow, white

Are brethren in their Father's sight.

To do each other good is right,

But not to wrangle, steal, or fight.

A thousand millions, young and old,

Some in the heat, some in the cold,

Upon this Ball of Earth are roll'd

Around the Sun's great flame of gold.

And this great Sun is like indeed

One daisy in a daisied mead;

For God's power doth all thought exceed.

And of us also He takes heed.