Brother, my Brother! whoever you are,
Rocked in the atom and nursed in the star,
Swaddled in flesh by the great Elohim--
Lords of the Flame--and whose day is a dream
Known in the night: O my Brother, all hail!
Hither a prophet, a priest or a slave,
Came you, my Brother--a king or a knave,
Black man or red man or brown man or white,
Out of the land of an infinite light?
Here are my heart and my hand to you: hail!
Are you a liar, a sycophant's self
Sold for a shekel and pandering pelf?
Are you a snob or a murderer, thief,
Cringing to hell with the devil for chief?
Here are my robe and my crown to you: hail!
Greet you, my Brother! for I am all things--
Dust of the stars and the music of wings--
Eyes of the angels and Lucifer's mouth--
Wind of the North and a wind of the South--
Here are my sandals and staff to you: hail!