King and beggar, both my brother men,
Both equal, both alike, a little space
To meet the odds, to rise or fall, and then—
The final fight, the finish of the race.
For man is still a man though he may come
With weary step, and eyes that plead for bread,
And man is only just a man though born
Of noblest race to wealth and honor wed.
For when the Godhead's voice shall sound above,
And clear-toned o'er the Universe doth ring,
Each man will rise beside his brother man,
And God alone be King.