The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star is Brotherhood; For it will bring again to Earth Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth, Will send new light on every face, A kingly power upon the race, And till it comes, we men are slaves, And travel downward to the dust of graves. Come, clear the way then, clear the way: Blind creeds and kings have had their day. Break the dead branches from the path: Our hope is in the aftermath— Our hope is in heroic men, Star-led to build the world again. To this Event the ages ran: Make way for Brotherhood—make way for Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |