Father of Universal Man, Where'er in this wide world he roam, Not known to thee by kith or clan, Nor height, nor breadth of mental dome, Nor babbling tongue, nor sounding creed, But by his woe and common need. The pushing Anglo-Saxon race, The Celts with wealth of heart and mind, The Esquimaux of leaden face, The Arabs whom no chain can bind, With hardy Boers and all the rest, Are with one common Father blest.